A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
he wanders through the land
alone
but not lonely.
A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
he wanders through the land
alone
but not lonely.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
The wind sings-
she gathers stories, whispering tales of people lost long ago.
she tells them to me
but I forget as soon as she is gone.
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