Beauty lies frozen
soft at my closed opening
feathers upturn sky
Such a sad morning to find this poor, wee robin by my door. Much as I understand death is inevitable for all creatures, I sometimes find it hard to take. The image of this bird has haunted me all day.
The Purple Hermit 
It looks, however, like its last act was being ready to take flight; I am thinking it most certainly did, leaving a shadow of itself to bid us farewell…
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Yes, I hope so…
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