This is a poem I wrote several years ago but it just surfaced again unexpectedly, so I thought I would share. In the northernmost territories, where bald eagles circle their prey Smaller birds are stalked in the open sky by men with pellets of clay Grey wolves run in morning packs across the deep and pristine snow Searching for food in rocky crevices where freshwater used to flow Where fish used to swim, darting silver beneath the springs Birds swept through the clouds with two strong and unclipped wings Myriad stars hung like diamonds in the still and glassy night
I just wanted to share this illustration by Shinya Okayama with you. I think it is charming and beautiful, and speaks of a simple compassion for all beings.
I have always been an animal lover, but recently I have really seen how much of a positive impact a pet can have upon a person who is ill, lonely or suffering. When my mum moved into my grandparents’ bungalow to look after them (my grandad, last summer, with an aggressive brain tumour and my grandma having Alzheimer’s), she took my cat, Maisie, with her. I say ‘my’ cat because that is how everybody refers to her, even my mum. Whilst Maisie these days is comfortable with everyone–even my young nieces and nephews who shower her with sometimes over-zealous cuddles