Look—
crimson berries for songbirds,
writhing worms for red-breasted early birds,
swarming mice and astonished doves plucked from grass or sky
for swooping hawks,
carrion comforts
for vultures that soar the highest heavenward
scouring the earth
by consuming its filth.
Nothing is lost. Father feeds them.
—Gretchen Bartels-Ray
Image by P.Lindgren. Image Cropped.
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