A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Saturday, September 12, 2020
The Sunday Muse #125 The sad eyes of the fox spoke to me. Submitted September
12, 2020 ***********
I’m here where we met, my friend, but you are not here. I find only a feather
reminder of the friendship we forged that others derided. We learned the
difference in our appearance meant nothing. Our common interests were one and the
same…. We wished to be acknowledged, respected, and allowed to live our lives
without fear, to have a safe place for ourselves and our loved ones, and the
freedom to enjoy the wonders of nature about us. We spoke the common language of
love as we each came to know and respect the other. We planned to carry our
message to the legions who are oblivious to it and persist in practicing anger,
hate and discord.
Where have you gone, my friend? How will I carry on alone?