Together,
apart.
We sit beneath
& within
the cool blue-green shade
of the great spruce tree,
with coffee &
grief &
glee,
& we feed all who come –
chipmunk & squirrel,
tufted titmouse,
jay & red-belly.
Hearts brimming,
undone,
we feed all who come.
Apart,
together.
My sister
& me.
— C.Birde, 10/20
“We feed all who come” Heart warming in a time hugely in need of warm hearts.
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Thank you, Caprice. Admittedly, it’s often far easier to feed the feathered and furred among us…
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