One morning - getting close to Autumn - I encountered a dead buzzard ... on the ground ... it was as if it just landed...perfect.... wings spread out.... no damage .... but the most amazing thing was its' eyes ....closed... and I saw the eyelids... covered in the finest tiny white feathers...
And I wondered ... what do I do?
I stared ... for a long time... and I did nothing.
The next morning I came back to the same spot ... and the buzzard was gone! Disappeared! Not even a feather left!
An then I painted .... 'The Buzzard's Farewell'
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