It was an otherwise forgettable day when I found her. Perfect, pure as moonlight, strangely soft, a full three feet wingtip to wingtip. The dawn must have marked both the close of night and the close of earthly life. I carried her to the thicket and sat for a long time. Just looking. Thinking. Rocking on my heels. Caressing her heart-shaped face. I sang a little wild song for her, barely audible. I thanked her. For so many things that remain unsaid, for the secrets in the night of my heart, for her golden eyes which bring sun into darkness, for the holiness of that moment.
And then, when peace was found, I laid her under a broad-leafed tree, gathered wild arugula blooms, tilted her face to the sky, and said goodbye.
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(sterling silver, montana agate)
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Have a beautiful weekend friends!
~ Umber ~