Ode to A Dying Line

The dying line is a thin line in time on a snow bank,

Drooping head with gray eyelids covering golden rimmed eyes,

Softly rattling breath as life’s essence slowly dissipates.

The living line is broader … in sunshine, garden grubbing,

Flocking with kin on roosting bars, nesting for eggs and chicks.



Retired teacher — Big Picture Wisdom, activist, author 4 e-books: social media teens, eco-fiction ecology https://helpfulmindstreamforchanges.com

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