Bio Note: If I can glean a gift from the misery of 2020, it is in feeling closer to the place I make my home. I am learning the habits of the creatures I live among. There is much to love here, and much to mourn. "Dirge" is a part of my manuscript-in-progress.
Here I am, standing under palm trees listening to Great Blue Herons sing a song like machinery grinding. Yesterday, arborists sent by the city knocked hatchlings to their death in a frenzy of cutting and stashing fronds, and birds, into dumpsters. Did they know that herons mate for the season, and return each spring to the same trees to build their nests again? In this spring of staying home, I have watched the heron’s industry, carrying sticks from beach to tree and back for more, building in tall palms. The song in the tree is not the song in the sky. Not every voice in the choir rejoices.
First published in The Gatherings project to raise money for artists impacted by Covid 19.
©2021 Donna Hilbert
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