Never Said Goodbye
During the past week there was a stillness on the land, and then I realized you had left Eighty Acres and began your long journey back to the tropics. I wonder where you are now? Are you safe? Tired? Hungry? Who will hear your song today? I understand why you needed to leave, but there is always a feeling of sadness when a friend leaves you without saying goodbye. Safe journey my friend. Oh by the way, on my pantry shelf sits a jar of grape jam just waiting for your return next spring.