This haibun is in response to Jilly’s day 8 quote from Jim Harrison.
“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss”
~ Jim Harrison
There are some who rage at the needless breaking of a branch, the digging of a den and the baiting of babies—just some animal’s, you understand. Some will march and petition for the purity of water, the saving of an old horse, or outrage at the hecatomb of the bees to line pockets with gold and the votes of farmers. And there are some who whistle as the dry wind blows away their topsoil in a cloud of sterile dust.
Beauty in dry stalks
seedbearers of tomorrow—
none so blind.