Saturday, August 08, 2015

All Is Quiet Now

The feathers from two of the baby ospreys are now in my office, remembrances of our dear little friends.

I hear a voice,
the cry of a wounded animal;
someone shoots an arrow at the moon;
a small bird has fallen from the nest.
People must be awakened,
witness must be given,
so that life can be guarded.

~ W.S. Rendra

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