We discovered her this morning…as we walked along the street
A tiny bird with a spot of yellow…lying at our feet.
Deborah bent down and picked her up…not a feather disturbed on her head…
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Wonderful poem about life and death Jim There is no discernible reason why we live and why we die.. All a mystery
Wonderful poem about life and death Jim Ther I no discernible reason why we live and why we die.. All a mystery
Great sentimentality and caring for nature's precious cargo. Well written and observed Jim.