There he was
On his chest
his little head turned sideways
in the little Birds water bowl
poor thing, eyes open
Grey Collared Dove
You were Dead
How I shed tears
when these Birds hit my windows
and break their necks
there he laid, blood on beak
so soft to the touch
kept checking
for his little heart
No, there was no sign of life
nothing that I could do
except to bury
my garden Friend
a new spot I now have
where one Sparrow
and Blackbird rest
Scattered around the garden
little graves
obvious only to me
my Friends gave so much pleasure
the least I can do
is bury them
Even “Cyrils” the Squirrels
when they die and hardly any I find
except a few years ago
two babies had fallen
into water barrell, I was so upset
So dear Grey Collared Dove
you rest in peace
and I will remember you
on the bird table roof
waiting for your chance for food
Goodbye little friend
and thank you
for the joy you did bring
to my days
watching you
goodbye sweet friend
Thank you to Paul Dinning – YouTube
I know that feeling exactly… And I think I needed to be reminded of the lesson I learn about it. So thank you, Anna, for posting this today. Have you read my “The Sparrow” piece?
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No I have not, I keep having trouble finding you, I know you gave me details. There are several posts of people every time I go there all it says is “page not found”, I think I have lost one really nice chap because of it.
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“The Sparrow” (https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2015/05/10/a-sparrow-for-mothers-day/) Paste that link in your browser if you can’t click on it. When you get to that page, in the left-hand side column scroll down until you find GET SPELUNKING UPDATES and click on RECEIVE UPDATED JOURNAL ENTRIES. That SHOULD send you an email notification when I publish something.
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Cheryl, re your last comment, I am keeping this to show David so that he cam do that for me, because I am basic on the internet, and probably do more damage than good. Thank you for the link, again Cheryl.
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