Carol A. Hand
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Awakening to bird song just before sunrise
Heart touched with a mixture of deep awe and sorrow
Aware of the impermanence of life and beauty
Wondering how many song birds will survive ‘til tomorrow
In a world where cats and sleep-walkers roam free and kill
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Kitty cats right? I do not think lions like song birds. I dunno.
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Thank you for your comments, CS. Yes, roaming cats do a lot of damage to wild life. It’s estimated that they kill more than a billion birds a year in the U.S. (https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/01/29/cats-wild-birds-mammals-study/1873871/ ). This is a divisive issue for those who want to protect birds and those who believe cats should be able to roam freely.
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“Aware of the impermanence of life and beauty”
~ And may I add: In times of permanent war.
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Thank you for adding the tragic reality of unrelenting war, Rosaliene. It’s one reality I truly wish were impermanent…
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Indeed, life and beauty here on our earth is certainly more threatened than maybe ever before. A powerful poem, Carol ❤
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Thank you so much for sharing your important observations, Helen, and for your kind words. ❤
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Oh, Miss Carol,please try not to let those dark thoughts impinge upon your always beautiful and positive posts. I know it’s difficult in these times of “permanent” turmoil, but, as my old pappy says, “Hope spring eternal in the doggie breast,” and I try hard to believe him, and am usually successful, especially when he takes me to the Market where they have that storied doggie cookie jar!
If you think you would like to read about me and old pap, I can get him to send you “officially pawed” copies of my two little books. Just send us your “snail mail” address or P.O. box info.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Buster. I would love to read more about you and pap. I don’t want to post my address here, but you can contact me via email so I can send it to you – carolahand@gmail.com.
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insightfully poetic way of reflecting
on impermanence, Carol!
the diet of life;
eating other beings
only to be eaten
and on and on 🙂
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Fascinating comments, David. You’ve reminded me of the saying “You are what you eat,” and one of the lines in Donovan’s song, “Happiness Runs.” “Everybody is a part of everything anyway.” Thank you for comments that helped me be mindful of another way in which we are all connected.:-)
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Love the moon coming through.
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Thank you for your kind words, Bob. 🙂
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Wonderful poem. Don’t underestimate those small birds. When they get together they are even too much for the feral cats and roaming zombies. They have been around longer than either. Take care.
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Bob, thank you for your thoughtful comments. There are days during Trump’s reign when I feel powerless to change even little things let alone the ever escalating wars. But your observations about the birds working together make a good deal of sense. 🙂
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Deeply touching Carol, I find myself inhabiting this type of border space in our current times, observing both beauty and corruption, experiencing mixed feelings of hope and despair. Thank you for your beautiful words, as always. It’s like coming and going home.
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It’s always a gift to hear from you, Marahu. Thank you for sharing your important observations about the challenges of living in the “border space,” and for your thoughtful, lovely comments. ❤
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Beautiful thoughts woven into a poem ! Loved it. Nothing is permanent in our lives , not even these penned thoughts ! As writers though we try to capture them into words, but words are nothing but a memory of a passed thought !
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Thank you for sharing such important reflections, Sana, and for your kind and thoughtful comments. ❤
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Impermanence. The permanent condition of one’s life. Can consolation be found? And if I found permanence, what would it be if not death. Perhaps that’s the blessing – that impermanence IS life.
Ellington (in a pensive mood)
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Thank you so much for sharing your thoughtful and important insights, Arletta. 🙂
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Well ✒ penned😊👍
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Thank you for your lovely comments, Eliza. 🙂
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Yr welcome😊
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Kill is a subtle word rip is better
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