Sunday Morning XXXII

I watched my parakeet and my dog introduce themselves last night. As they approached each other, nose to beak, the wee bird was more assertive than the dog.

The bird hopped forward, inquisitive about this fellow critter, while the dog backed up, head cocked to one side as if to say: "What is this?"

The bird advanced. The dog backed up.

Until, finally, they lay down together. Perfectly content in each other's company.

It was once, always like that. The beasts of the field lay down together in peace, in harmony.

Until . . . .

man came along and taught them to be enemies.

Have a thoughtful day and God Bless You every one.
Chae