Genus Spilopelia

On a quiet afternoon, I saw a dove sitting quietly on a power line. The bird seemed completely indifferent, oblivious to the noise around it or the hustle and bustle of people. It was gripping the wire tightly with its two legs, as if showing a unique ability to maintain balance. Its light brown and gray feathers shimmered in the sunlight, making it even more soft and gentle. Its two dark eyes seemed to be looking at the distant horizon, occasionally turning its head at the sound of leaves moving or the touch of the wind to look around. And it kept looking back at my photography. The wire swayed lightly in the wind, and the dove swayed itself on it like silent music. It seemed as if nature was accompanying it in its silent sitting moment. People were walking by, the sounds of vehicles were fading away, but it was steadfast and calm in its world. The soft spot on his neck, the soft feathers on his chest, and the delicate design of his body are like a wonderful work of nature. When viewed from a distance, it seems as if a poet is sitting on a wire stretched in the sky, silently crossing the ocean of thoughts. I also kept silently watching him from a place and kept taking photographs.