petey came and went.
a wing was torn, but it healed.
petey would go to the door when he wanted to be outside.
in winter months, petey would go to the porch , turn around and come back in.
he came home every night for a few years and flew into his cage.
one night petey didn't come home.
a dove flew into my sister's picture window a few days ago. it's partner grieved for days until the silent partner was removed.
the imprint of a flying dove remains on the window.
the sight of the carcass caused a torrent of bitter memories and thoughts to rush through me.