Ranger;
I saw him sitting
On the top of the hill
In the area roped off
For nesting great horned owls
I approached him,
And as I walked
I blinked mid step as I encroached,
And he was gone
Widow;
It was his wish,
Set in his will,
To spread his ashes
On the hill
Upon the agreed upon date
We met and walked these solemn slopes
Silently as we were one again
We slipped the ropes without reproach
Read one of his
Old tanka poemsUnscrewed the urn
And he was gone
Ghost;
Do not leave me long on a shelf
Please set me free to be myself
I used to sit zazen up here
And birdwatch too, when they came near
So let me go is all I ask,
And thank you for this simple task
And now, I am here, so
Grateful, I am here
Sit here with me
For eternity
This time of year, on my way home I would sit atop Mt Feake, where fledgling owlets would come out around dusk. Also, some years ago while Chris and I were having our wills done, I told our lawyer I wanted my body to be left out atop Mt Feake, there where I used to sit with the owlets, and leave my body for the vultures. He told me he could not put 'that' in a will.
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