Ode to my fine feathered friends
Sitting outside with tea this morning watching the seagreen foam of Pacific ocean roiling while scores of pelicans pass in flight to somewhere, I’m reminded of my pelicans at home slogging through oil slicks dead or dying. I received a distress email last night, a female Shepherd at the LASPCA about to be put down today. Emails, phone calls, and lots of hand wringing and someone to take the lead might save this one. This one.
But how many animals have to die before we the people begin listening to what they have to say to us. Those pelicans didn’t detour from their flight to come over here and poop on my head. Those Shepherds (dogs) don’t corral us in pens and threaten our lives.
Imagine all the people (creatures), living life as one. You could say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.