Migrants

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Migratory Birds

head northward

toward Nesting Grounds,

a Time Honored Practice

of the Turning of the Wheel.

On Wings

large and small,

they focus on a Grand Play

which would amaze the 2 Leggeds below.

Such designs are a glimpse

into the Great Mystery and

a celebration of the Grand Creation

of which we Humans are 1 small part.

The Migratory Routes

of the Winged Ones

are increasingly chopped up and

obliterated by Human Practices

of altering Landscapes

without consideration

for our Critter Kin.

Our Critter Kin

are also Creations of the Divine.

And now we have another dilemma.

That gushing Oil Well

is sending that Black Goo

into the Gulf and

into the rich Estuaries

which are homes

to countless Creatures.

Nevermind,

many of those Feathered Migrants

this Fall

will return

to their own Sacred Lands

which border the Sea.

What will they find?

Whatever befalls that Landscape

befalls them.

Whatever befalls this Landscape

befalls us too.

How does 1 say:

"I'm sorry."

How does 1

make that Black Goo stop.

We are migrants too.

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Glinda Crawford, 2010

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