I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving. Sweet little red feet! Why should you die– Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived alone in the forest tree; Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees? - John Keats. . A Laughing Dove (Spilopelia senegalensis) in my old Peach tree last winter. – an ode to Flutterby, my little pet Laughing Dove that I was blessed enough to have in my life for 6 months. . Watercolour on Visual 200gsm – ‘Flutterby’ in my garden in Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa.
16th May 2011 – FEATURED IN “Art and Ink so Free” 6th May 2011 – FEATURED in “Inspirational Greeting Cards”