(image via flickr user RobertGrove)
Gooood Morning SuperForest!
I’d like to dedicate this post, heck, the whole day’s posting, to SuperForester Tyrone. Tyrone was an injured pigeon I found laying in the street on Sept. 11. We had a few very interesting days together, and this morning I awoke to find that Tyrone had decided to leave his earthly body behind and fly through the cosmos as a being of pure light, sound, and energy.
His pigeonly-self spent its last night eating warm, wet dog food, scrabbling about, and looking confused. Just like a regular pigeon. I’m not sure exactly why he decided to move on, (maybe it was the tequila shots? We sort of raged last night,) but his body was pretty badly messed up from whatever accident had befallen him just prior to my locking eyes with him on that wet afternoon.
Tyrone spent his last moments safe, bandaged, with a belly full of food, and a hot water bottle next to him, in a little pet carrier right next to my bed. When I opened my eyes this morning, I didn’t hear him, and thought he must still be sleeping. So I closed my eyes again and dreamed a bit longer.
In my dream, Tyrone and I were flying side by side, thorough stars and nebulas, through planets and comets. There was the sound of laughter, and the soft tinkle of rain, and we flew to Earth where we stopped and ate enchiladas at a seaside cafe. Tyrone told me of his people, and of his life in New York, and I told him of my people and my life in New York. It turns out that we had much in common! I wasn’t surprised.
I am very thankful for my time spent with SuperForester Tyrone. He lived well, and long, and contentedly.
Love to All, especially you, Tyrone.
-Jackson
p.s. crying as I write this, but happy tears.
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