I was too distressed to appreciate the irony, or enjoy the second half of the football game. And again I never told Joan until she missed Sam and began asking questions. If you watch birds, you can t avoid death the tiny egg shells in the ruined nest, a pile of feathers and bones, the Red-tailed Hawk taking a squirrel from a tree before our eyes on a late December field trip. We are awed, repelled, accepting, but never amused. Nature, red in tooth and claw, wrote Tennyson.
Someone s death sustains someone s life.
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