4/30/2026……….. 6:00 PM

What happened to Harriett’s firstborn was brief.
I did not see it.

It happened between glances.

One moment—life.
The next—absence.

It was an eagle.
The eagle—the one nesting across North River near the Harker’s Island bridge.

It had to be.

Harriett did not miss anything.
She did not fail.

A hard truth.

In the world Harriett lives in, not everything continues.

She does not search.
She does not question.

She settles over what is still here—
one chick, alive, moving,
and one egg, quiet, waiting.

Below, Homo sapiens look for answers.
A reason. A cause.

They assign meaning.
They search for fairness.

Harriett does not.

The river moves.

The wind shifts.
The light changes.

And life—moves forward.

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