In Memory of Judy Scott

Last December, those of us of a certain age celebrated our friend Judy’s 85^th birthday. On May 19^th, she passed away, suddenly in the night. Attaining this many years and still riding our horses is a feat worthy of celebration.

I am so glad we did.

The next day, after learning of her death ………

I left the barn in shock.

Beside the dirt road,

the pasture to the east was

blanketed with black birds.

As I approached the small flock

they lifted as one and circled

in perfect, flowing synchronicity.

There was one white bird among them.

All the wings murmured as one body

then departed for

a destination unknown.

I trust she is cantering joyfully in another dimension.