“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.”
Courtesy of Wildlife Photographer Denny Green, a few close-up views of springtime on the Sonoran Desert — the emergence of yet another generation of, resp., Gambel’s quail, coots, and owls. Life goes on there, with passion to persist and prosper — sans ‘important’ things like money, guns, bombs, coal, skyscrapers, guns, trains. planes, cars, oil, electricity, guns, gasoline, television, churches, politicians, guns . . .
Sometimes I wonder if Emily Dickinson just might have been viewing HER world through the eyes of a bird when she wrote,
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,
And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men —
Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily
When at my very Door are those possessing more,
In abject poverty —
“. . . those possessing more, in abject poverty” is, indeed, the perfect description of we who are so intelligent, so powerful, so brilliant, so divine, so SUPERIOR to all those other meager and subhuman life forms who, unlike us, spend their lives living ‘out there’ whilst picking, scraping, and scrounging just to survive in such a harsh and debilitating world. See below:
Photos © Denny Green, Tempe Arizona, 2014
Well . . . ahem . . . maybe mother owl understands just who it is that thinks they possess more, but in reality define “abject poverty”?
Hmmm. I will think on this.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”