12.11.12

Becoming Too Precious



Imagine if you will…

A baby black bear's shiny tipped nose
pressing in toward another pair of eyes
peering through a vacant window.

There, there it was –
a happy tail whose force 
was gathering strength
at the opening pitch
of another day.

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Until one has loved an animal,
a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

– Anatole France

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