Yesterday there was a young blackbird in the garden when I was cutting the grass. At first I thought it was with its parents being fed. Hours later it was still there. This morning it was dead.
Now, I know this is the rhythm of life. I know it was probably very sick and bound to die. Nonetheless it saddened me. I hid the body in the bushes so my wife would not see it. She will think it just few off. Perhaps it is just a reminder than what happened to this little bird happens to us all. Perhaps that is why I am saddened.
Margaret, are you greaving over Goldengrove unleaving?
See https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44400/spring-and-fall
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