another seemingly uneventful thursday, or was it
raking leaves in the backyard,
removing leaves from the low table, carefully,
knowing the bird is there;
then finding yet another one, just a bit further on the path along the house, almost hidden by the fallen leaves
this time a fresh body,
maybe the storm last weekend
still has eyes
making small cushions these days;
I find it comforting, making these soft objects;
something to do curled up on the couch next to the husband watching tv
the one on the left is filled with bird feathers, from birds he has shot and we have eaten; I have decided I want to use the entire animal, not just the meat.
I had imagined making a BuddhaBird, something very simple: a small bird skull on a stick, stuck in a chunk of wood, fat-bellied;
I saw him sitting on top of this particular cushion; I had assumed he would choose this one, because of the feathers.
|glowing in the spidery lights|
|on top of his moon amidst his new room mates|
|SUN STAR MOON|
another Jude inspired project
and i think even buddhas have their moments?
the cape is very good.
love to you on your good plain day