Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence

After

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Mirage of trees
Shimmer in reflection
Cold hard glass

Spiritless crow
Adorning the sidewalk
Window strike

The unfortunate demise of this crow gave me an opportunity to appreciate for a moment the beautiful fragility of its being. What a privilege to hold such a captivating creature before it is rendered back to dust and a poignant reminder that in a mere instant, the miracle of being can be extinguished.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #191: Being

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2019 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

4 thoughts on “After

  1. Windows kill more birds than cats, cars and wind turbines combined. 😦

    Nonetheless, those are very pretty windows. =)

    And I saw what you did there with your titles. 😉

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  2. Ah, ever observant…

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  3. Pingback: Eyes ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #192 – Pix to Words

  4. I love my windows but they are not fun to clean. A young warbler struck that window once and I went out and picked him up on the deck. He had knocked himself silly but was only stunned, nothing broken. I held him in my hand, more as a guard against the neighborhood cats than anything else, until he came around. As I was holding him I thought about his future adventures and imagined all places he would see on his fall migration south. Once he came to and realized he was in a human hand he took off in a panic. Such an honor to hold him for even a little while.

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