a little bird this morning
When I went out to fill the bird feeder this morning I found this little beauty in it.
Dead.
I guess it got in and didn't know how to get out.
Just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge it with a picture.
I feel sadder for it than for all the people in war torn places I hear about in the news.
That seems strange.
But this is a being I can actually touch and hold in my hand.
Sorry.
How can we experience the sadness and horror that fills the whole world,
just one little person in one little place?
If I was THERE I could hold someone who needed held
but I am here and all I can do is hold this little goldfinch.