Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
Doodle was born when I was seven and
was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and
shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him
out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And
even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,
Brother! Don't leave me!"
Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and
hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed
at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was
still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its
beauty.
I screamed above the pounding storm
and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,
sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.