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| Circles Of Compassion A Collection of Humane Words and Work Edited By Elaine Sichel REMEMBERING LEGACIES Pigeons Pat Miller �I�m getting to old�, the owner said, to care for them anymore.� And my heart grew heavy and cold with dread, for I knew just what was in store. �They�re only pigeons,� I heard someone say as the owner walked out the door. But he wasn�t in the back room that day as the bodies piled up on the floor. With satin soft feathers beneath our hands, feeling tiny hearts pounding from fright, the burden of our job�s unfair demands weighed heavy on us that night. One by one we held them close as we asked each other why. One by one we injected the dose that would cause each pigeon to die. One by one those hearts were stilled �til one hundred and ten lay dead, one by one the birds were killed �til the silence rang loud in our heads. Did you hear the flutter of one hundred ten pairs of wings that day? Or was it the sound of a hundred ten souls Silently slipping away? |
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