Burial Rites V2

The Rangers where I live left him for me, resting in a box. They know about my work. 
I have never had to explain my honoring to Indigenous Australians, it's like there is a deep understanding of death and the cycle of life that can just remain acknowledged in an unspoken way...

Night Jar, little ground bird, I made this honoring with sprigs of the grass that had sheltered him all of his life and I sent him into that good night with the last rays of the day.

May you rest now under wild stars.