The Worm Has Fallen, the Poor Fellow Is No More

There are a million miracles around us every mill a second, and there have been for as long as we've been here. A bird hopping sidewise is a miracle. Hopping to let a beetle pass is another miracle. Drinking from dew beaded on to a blade of grass, that's a miracle. Too. Convenient, blade of grass. There it is, so close, bending a little in my direction. We're a lost tooth for a kindergartener,. probbably the first one that sylvia had lost. That was good news. The whole class saw the logic in that. Grown ups will laugh. Death is what gives life its power. Those miracles