THIS IS WHAT I WROTE ON THE LEGACY SECTION OF RUTH PFEFFER'S OBIT.
A stillness fell on the meadow where we walked
Not a single cardinal, whippoorwill or tawny owl
trilled its melody
Birds have feelings too
Sharper often than ours
A huge turtle sunned itself on a rock
in the pond and the long-necked geese had flown off
to find succulent insects for their noonday meal
And you, good lady, a regular Emily or Whitman
will share your wisdom elsewhere
you have been here forever
and will travel to unknown lands
beyond the high fluffy clouds.
- Ruth Z. Deming
I had to go on goggle to get the correct spelling of whippoorwill.
Ruth Pfeffer was born in 1941 and died 2022.
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