hope_is_a_bird PeeT feathers work even when they get soaking wet. the water just rolls off. 111121 ... its the mockingjay that says everythings gonna be okay 111126 ... ovenbird Hope is a Harrier, flying low over the wetlands, face like a funnel, spinning sound into vision, seeing the heartbeat of each whispered whiskered life hiding in the sedge-grass. Hope is hunger with black tipped wings, curved beak scythe-like, built for tearing flesh from bone but also for softness, for making a nest in the tall grass, sticks and reeds hiding the future from those who would devour it. Hope is feathered and taloned and wild and still, so small, hardly larger than the most common corvid. When I send the ring tailed fledgling of my hope into the world it listens for the gentle call of the falconer, mercy in his voice, his outstretched arm a sinewed haven, on which my hope alights, and from which it flies, always returning to the one who knows its secret name. 260106 what's it to you? who go blather from