Imagine looking forever
Welcome to the Holocene extinction
Jane said "the birds body is in the bushes, will you both do something for her?”
So we took her in our hands; she was already decomposing, her brains were filled with tiny white worms. We took her to the top of the hill, just beyond the forest, where the badgers come out at night, and we lay her on a bed of sycamore leaves. Then we walked to the garden, and picked flowers, orange, yellow, blue. I was amazed how beautiful the flowers were at this time of year, it was nearly winter. The day we said goodbye to the Mistle Thrush, I remembered when I first met her. I spent weeks walking around the garden, trying to work out who these cackling birds were, that flew from tree to tree feasting on sweet, poisonous berries.
I guess i am getting used to saying goodbye.
In memory of life