The breeze turns the birch leaves from silver to green

And the whole tree shimmers

A gust grabs a tuft of fur

From the molting border collie and casts it onto a bush.

What’s this I hear of butterflies flapping their wings?


We can not know, but we can love anyway

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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