Daily Archives: March 24, 2014

The morning ritual.

bird

She was elegant. Perched on one leg, grooming herself, and completely absorbed in her own ritual, she was oblivious or seemingly unconcerned about those of us watching her…she seemed no different than any woman preening before a special date.

Her feathers glistened in the morning sun, each one highlighted in stunning silvery white.

That she was all alone at the zoo seemed so sad.

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