the splash of a mountain creek,
my feet in a wild stream,
hiking in the hills,
swimming under waterfalls.
old brooks
summer days
cold water.
the splash of a mountain creek,
my feet in a wild stream,
hiking in the hills,
swimming under waterfalls.
old brooks
summer days
cold water.
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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