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I Buried My Friend Today
A Poem
I buried my friend today.
It is the kind of day that makes you glad you are alive.
Blue skies with high, bright white clouds.
Sunny breezes.
Flowers blooming,
an exuberance of color and scents.
I knew it was only a matter of time.
I held her, stroking her soft feathers.
I fed her blueberries from my hand.
I told her she was a good friend.
I wanted her to know she was not alone.
I wanted her to know she was loved.
I wanted her to know she brought joy
with her sweet, chicken ways,
the way she would run to me whenever she heard the door open,
the way she would squat, waiting to be petted,
the way she would leap high into the air to reach
the berries or the figs.
I whispered that it’s ok.
She can go when she’s ready.
I leave her so she won’t hold on for me.
When the hole is ready, I go and check on her.
