he walked in the darkness. so heavy of head.
just wanted some food, and maybe a bed.
he did not ask to be born into the world that he lives.
subjected to scorn, where so few people give.
a hand reached out toward him. he approached slowly with care,
was it malice that hand bore him, or some food to share.
the hand gently caressed him, as he closed his eyes.
just when he thought all was over. this pleasant surprise
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
2 comments:
beautifully heartwarming! Once again, I admire the simplicity of your language. I read and think: "why didn't I write that?"
thank you elfie...
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