I raised a nestling sparrow, as a result, in many ways her innocence was protected.
Oblivious to the Brown Goshawk towering above her, Melancholia captured the moment she saw the raven skull. It is akin to a child’s first experience of an absolute ending outside of a fictitious story.
When she was released, I had feared that her innocence would cause the end of her life before the cycle was complete. Recently I found a sparrow egg shell on the ground under her tree.
My melancholia has ended.