She lived a few short weeks
on this weedy river bank.
She lived her life in burrows,
in twisting grassy tunnels. Her
life was small and narrow,
edged with seeds and pebbles.Some claw, cat or hawk, pierced
her heart and dropped her here,
a tattered, broken bit of fur.
This tiny spot of red to mark
her brief and brilliant life beside
this silver winter river.
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18 January 2006
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This post and photo made me cry. Such beautiful, haunting words. So glad you honored this life and this death.
Posted by: Critter | 18 January 2006 at 06:34 PM
Beautiful blog you have here,
made even more beautiful by your graceful poetry that finds mystery and wonder in ordinary miracles.
Posted by: Meredith | 18 January 2006 at 06:53 PM
Awwww... I love the photographs you have on your site, but this one is definately the best, you gave her little life meaning.
Posted by: Jana | 19 January 2006 at 08:07 AM
so sad and beautiful! I love the little mousies. :(
Posted by: michelle | 19 January 2006 at 01:19 PM
wow beautiful
Posted by: connie | 19 January 2006 at 03:55 PM