Anybody can be miserable. It takes character to be happy. – L. Oliver Bright
ambush breeze see-saws leaf to earth duty done
-Lee Allen Hill
The assassins swaggered. Their gunslinger stride, sure-footed and determined, intimidated us as we watched—from a distance.
I saw the blood—the essence of life—spill. Despite my best intentions, I could not stop the carnage. They carted away the remains, loaded it and swept away the evidence before anyone else noticed something had disappeared forever from their lives.
I barely noticed this life while it remained a backdrop for my reality, but I witnessed the death and wanted to apologize for my lack of appreciation. I never knew its exact species, and I’ll never know its name, but the regret I feel is real.
My across-the-street-neighbours cut down a tree this morning. It was a merciful death. A few chain saws, a group of like-minded buddies, and the deed was done.
If they could see the view from my side of the street, maybe they’d comprehend the tragedy.