Starling’s Cry

The first time i heard your call,

i was sitting on the edge of the bed

of my living/dying father.

“Who is that I asked?”

“An immigrant.”

darling starling

Oh darling Starling, i thought you were native to Boston, like we were.

“you too are an immigrant,” came the reply.

This mourning morning, I heard You again,

far far from Beantown.

The earth is round.

We are all natives now.

Let us learn each other’s calls

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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1 Response to Starling’s Cry

  1. Joshua says:

    So Beautiful… I cried a little when I read it…

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