Sticks and Stones

a haiku that may hurt you

dust to dust {photo by Brooke Kochel RN}

stone and wooden cross

our land, now your cozy lap

nap well dear kitty

I can’t seem to escape death these days. If it’s not my Covid patient in the hospital, it’s a beloved pet in my home. But tis the season, I suppose, as days are shortening and green life is beginning its violent flashing of red and orange…