I noticed two wasps circling the carcass of a shiny black
beetle, lying on its back in the middle of a path, its legs curled
inward as if protecting its heart.
First I wondered if a beetle has a heart. Then I wondered if the beetle on the path died naturally or came into contact with
some perverted substance brought to this far-flung place by humans.
I wish everyone walking along this river would
observe and respect the flora and fauna that rightfully occupy its banks. I regret the times when, wrapped in my own thoughts or engaged in
conversation, I fail to observe how barren my experience would be if the sounds and
sightings of creatures, even bugs, were to vanish.
This much I know, as
stewards of the land we must not enhance our quality of life at the expense of
the living things that drink from these waters, nest in these bushes, or scurry
along these paths.
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