The Pigeon and the Dove

by: Imari
(started: August 10, 2007 @ 10:32 pm
finished: August 11, 2007 @ 12:13 am)

   

There was a pigeon that keeps on uttering these words to a dove: “Why can’t we be together? I’m afraid I’ll get old without getting your love back. I got this threat inside me that we can’t fly in somebody’s company. Why can’t we be together? I love you.”
   
     The dove answers: “You’re a great pigeon. Every time I needed you, you were there. You helped me find my nest when I got this injury on my wing. You offered me grains when I ran out of food, one rainy evening. You’re a great pigeon, and no one can defeat you from being you.”
    
    Slowly, the dove turned to the east and spread her wings. She attempted to fly but the wound on her left wing was still fresh. In a deep depression and frustration, she turned down and spoke again: “My wounds are still fresh, that I could not easily recover because the pain is not only aching outside, but also inside. But I know I could make this until…” Sighing, she gradually stopped her speech.
     Curiously, he asked, “Until…?” with the resounding beat of his heart.
   
     “… until spring, perhaps.” As she declared this irresolute thought, she stumbled and sniveled, and continued what she’s saying. “Maybe I could not make this until spring; maybe until summer, where flowers start to bloom.”
       
    “How did you say so? That will heal in two weeks, if only if you give me chance to take good care of you. Let me find the best herbs and grasses in the fields for the upturn of that lesion. Allow me to uncover the freshest springs, just to bring you pristine and cold waters. Please, oh please, permit me to enter your life.” Then he looked up and pleaded for the acquiescence of his desire.
   
    The dove twirls to the pigeon with these few words spoken to him: “If I fly with you, it is not possible that I’ll be in harm again. We may have this fine journey at the start, but later on, you may leave me and humans will find me and shoot my tiny wings again. I’m afraid I’d have this wound—maybe it would have at the right this time—and I could have this worst injury all my life. With that, I could die!”
The last words threatened the pigeon, and a sudden light rain poured down the entire place.
   
    Then he mustered these words for few moments: “Okay, but, even for this time, can you accede to my offering that I’m going to share my nest with you until it drizzles no more? You see your nest is seemed to be so far from this place. I’m afraid your cut will bleed and ache. If it gets worse and worst, I may have no chance to fly with you even in just for the first and last time. If my fate would play tricks on me, and refuse me to experience it, I could have this worst misery all my life. With that, I could die!”
   
     His heart was overwhelmed with sorrow and continued speaking, “Please, allow me to carry out on this. I am happy doing these things on you. If it’s not yet the time to fly with you, then I could accept it and wait until your wounds would heal; until the spring arrives, until the summer arrives! Or until the next rainy season arrives, we don’t know. Let me look at you at night, for it makes me happy.”
    
And the dove was speechless for an instant, and rests her body under the pigeon’s wings.

Comments

[spider]

wow nice story fo you.you right it more that an hour.thanks for sharing your wonderful story

[Imari]

wala man lamang naka-relate... hayyy... uhm ok fine, imari, better composures next time!

(i thought one would react, and then the another would have this thought on his mind: "ako kaya 'to, or yung iba dyan?")

got it? ok fine, no one will get me, but only myself...