A baby bird passed away today. Merry was trying to nurse it to health, feeding it baby food with a syringe. It didn’t seem to have its eyes opened, and never unfurled its wings. We buried it respectfully in the landscaping of the pond I was working on. I will always remember its body is there, but will always picture it free from the constraints of the physical world, finally in flight, weightless, among the astral lights.
I don’t know how something so small, something I barely knew or touched, could make me feel so sad. It just does.