Sometimes the story is clear. Like the time I saw the nuthatch, cold to the touch, with a bur oak acorn next to her, feathers stuck in the small spikes of the acorn shell.
Sometimes it's not as clear. This was recent, blood still caked on the edges and not yet frozen.
hawk on side of the road today,
ReplyDeleteeagle, car, vulture?
violent, poignant, a prayer