It has been a while since we saw Erasmus.
Ever shy, ever watchful Erasmus.
Knowing the expected lifespan of Coyote in The Wild, I know he doesn’t have many seasons left with us.
We are here for just a little while.
No matter how long one lives, there is always something older, me thinks, to mourn our passing.
Back in my preaching days, I realized there were few pains greater than a parent outliving their children.
Although not genetically linked (unless you go way, way back), I tend to think of all The Wild as my children.
I’ve learned so much from them. Not sure what they’ve learned from me.
The Old Ones‘ first lesson is to be wise and, seeing the world around me, I doubt many willing to learn that lesson remain.
I will mourn the passing of my children.
Who is there who’ll mourn with me?
Who will be left to mourn me?
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