In Squabs Honour
Elizabeth Shewan"They flock with great chorus
to bury their kindred spirits.
Stand in trees in honour of,
remembrance of,
in silence they weep.
The wind gusts,
the serenade sweeps magnificent.
Bow their heads.
And thank those present.
Their feathers held close,
A hug embrace.
And at the time just right,
the wind slows,
holds it's breath,
the spirit rises
to join the breeze.
And they leave in time,
to their life a new."
For Frank, in squabs honour.
Journalled by Elizabeth.
A day to remember.
Photo of a stunning bird necklace, commissioned.
