A story and a contemplation ~
The Nene* goose lay flat on the asphalt, unmoving. Her body partially dismantled – just moments before – by the head-on force of a hurtling vehicle.
Her partner, or maybe gosling, stood tall. Flapping madly, trying to reach her.
A caring man stood between them, hovering above the frantic goose. His own arms spread wide open as he gently attempted to encircle and steer the bird off the road to safety.
But away from his departed love.
My friend observed, “He’s upset. His partner’s been hurt.” I said a prayer. We skirted around the scene and drove on.
It all happened so fast. It was like a dream. I thought she was white. Was it really a Nene? He was so big, so insistent, making a strong match for the man trying to assist him.
“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds.
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightening n the sky.
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.”
This life is precious! But only if we use it well. How will I spend my time today?
Image: Snowmanradio / *The Nene or Hawaiian goose is the rarest goose in the world.