This one is tattoo worthy.
The idea of a wounded world
feeding and holding us
inspires me to gratitude
and the need to reciprocate
the care I'm receiving.
I'm guessing a bear made
a pass through here last night
leaving a path of broken,
empty bird feeders.
Having the birds return
seeking sustenance this morning
encourages me to try again.
Perhaps bring them in each night
(the feeders not the birds)
if I can develop that habit.
Once the broken pieces
are restored.
I hope to carry the vision
of the wounded earth
continuing to tend us
along with me.
An antidote to despair.
kastilwell
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