Fin de Vie
- 27 mrt 2018
- 1 minuten om te lezen
On the rare summer days in the Netherlands, our hands grab the handles of the window to swing it open. I'm no exception.
This little one came in to my room and fluttered around a little. 'This place is peaceful', he must have thought 'I feel safe and welcome'. He landed on my windowsill, sitting in the warmth of the soft summer rays. Started scrubbing his face like a cat owning the full scratching attention of his human.
His body old and his mind filled with memories of a fully lived life. Sad to leave soon but happy to be in the here and now. He slowly walked to the corner. With the final energy left, it laid down. Thinking about all the nice flowers he pollinated and his beloved queen he had pleased. The end of his days, fin de vie.
Either this or I totally shut him in and unintentionally murdered him.
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