Geoengineering in the New Year (Part 1) | Ecency

January fourth, five-sixteen p.m.,

I trudge outside because I hear them.

I share the fowl mood of my feathered friends.

Our hearts rend.

Zoom in and zoom out,

My photos of nature

Are now of a peril without doubt.

I make no cropping, color, or light adjustments to this subject, this is a document of fact.

You see, or you turn your back.

At five-fifty p.m., backing in the front door,

I can't look anymore.

But I thaw my hands and go out again.

Eighteen more minutes I'll shoot the gassy red-gray sky (that will be Part 2).

What do they see, looking around, like I do?

Like us, animals' hearts can break.

Can they also take respite and cry?

Thank you, and Steem on,

MH

Photos by Cubbyworks, Canon Powershot SX520HS

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Geoengineering in the New Year (Part 1) | Ecency