All summer long a barred owl hooted outside,
keeping me company during the sleepless times.
Friday morning I found him on Chicopee Row, recently hit.
As I gathered him up,
he opened his eyes one last time,
Later that afternoon-
I took him to his final resting place
on a hill where 3 oak trees grow
together as one.
The silent nights are lonely without his call.
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Deborah Santoro is an artist who runs a contemporary art gallery. She is a wife and mother of three who loves to walk in the woods and practice yoga. Deborah was not politically active before the Women’s March of 2017 and so some of the mess we find ourselves in is her fault and she is doing her best to vindicate that by helping to organize an Indivisible group in her home town with a group of like minded people. #resist
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