Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
Willow Warbler .
Romney marsh , five a.m. Just me and Bankrobber out here again . Thinking of Terence , fading in the hospice . He said the virus would get him, but he also said life is what you make of it . Out here early on the marsh ( walking the dog ) I get peace of mind , while Terence hovers on the edge of coma , peacefully running out of time . The shadows of night are melting away , and Natures' nocturne heralds the start of a new day . The great Sun star rises , mediaevil , shafts through drifts of mist , only we , and sheep , see it . Missed by sleepy people . Here by the dyke amongst the reeds and sedges , a flash of rusty cinnamon , a flitting dart of living light . The gargled chirruc-churr ( like pebbles rubbed together ) of the reed warbler , sidling up the reed stem momentarily stopped in flight . This delicate bird , so glad to see the morning , sings it's little heart out , survived another night . Later today I will visit Terence , although this time he may not remember me . I live in dread of what might be . It only takes the flick of a switch to set the suffering free . And resignation that the time has come to finally let things be .
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