It was almost dark. He pressed his eyes hard into the twilight to see the peahen at rest with her baby tucked lovingly 'neath her wing.
On the opposite side of their world it was morning. A gong is struck, prayer wheels spin and saffron robed monks emit the sacred "om". The incense glows as fragrant ribbons of smoke rise to the waking heavens.
And the hen spends her last night with the one she loves so dearly.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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