Ellen E. Taylor
In May, the Generals made a truce
And started shaping words.
The trenches stilled. Still, blood flowed red
As troops sat, stupid. Overhead
They heard the flight of birds.
A boy crept out into the sluice
Of sleet, and scanned for drones.
Midfield, a rush of storks traversed
The front, with patterns long rehearsed:
In flight to summer zones.
The other side, in order loose,
Watched, joyous, from the mire.
In tears the armies came together
Grabbing stick while chasing feather,
Fierce to make a fire.
Mother Earth has often extended a loving hand in the resolution of disputes or even wars. Animals especially have played a role in reminding people of their common humanity, and abiding love of the beautiful and mysterious world.