Amazed, I looked out into my wooded yard today. At first I thought some crows were attacking a large rabbit. But it was the other way around. She (I assume is was a she) was chasing after two huge crows like a mini-sheep dog. Ah! A tiny bunny running scared along the brick of the back of the house. Cowering in the mulch at the corner of the step. Stay there! I urged from inside, but he kept on running along the edge of the house and out of sight. Fearless and tireless, the momma kept after those crows whenever they dove down with their black wings widespread. She stopped to rest only when the threatening birds were far up in the trees or flew into the field behind us. I was called away by someone at the door, so I don’t know what happened in the end. But I was rooting for the rabbits. Even though they eat our garden, they are such a delight to see, especially the magic of the babies.
The apparently fierce mother reminded me of this poem:
The Fierceness of Loving
Now you are gone
the silence has a presence of its own.
I have longed to get back
to my other life,
the one that continues when you leave;
my gift to you, this letting go.
I missed you the moment you left
and allowed myself that time to grieve
and keen and then as therapy
I began to clean,
partly restoring order,
partly to focus on something concrete
and unrelated, partly meditation,
fulfilling my dream of good intention.
I missed you before you left
and struggled against
the thoughts that brought tears,
for after all you were still here.
to resume a life disrupted,
not to pick up the same threads exactly—
for the river of life continued to flow
carrying me to new harbors,
opening fresh possibilities.
Thank you for coming back to us,
what joy to watch you grow!
How much I have learned
about the fierceness of loving.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From my new book, Letting Go and New Beginnings: A Mother’s Poetic Journey
and my CD, Full Blooming: Selections from a Poetic Journal