spring is coming-
the earth awakes from her death-sleep,
melting away the frozen blanket over her body.
soft tears often fall-
tears for the lives lost, for the new lives given.
our mother, gaia, she wakes.
she welcomes in our new lives,
celebrates the spring, the birth of the sun.
welcome, new world, new life, new spring.
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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