Excerpt from Grandfather Poplar by Diana Henderson:
“Tears merged with the raindrops that streamed down her face. In her mind she had a vision of being wrapped in a grandfather’s arms, both of them weeping for something precious that was lost forever. She heard the weary cry of Redtail high above, his shrill and plaintive shriek signaling the need for nourishment and shelter from the sheets of rain, or perhaps he sensed their silent vigil and honored their grief with his own voice.” 
copyright 2005 Lillian D. Henderson
