A Narrow Arrow

A Narrow Arrow Flying high had been a big hawk And bird beside him who liked to mock As they saw each other every day Were happy and no one did dismay Hawk would fly highest in the air Often as he did downward would stare Seeing all the things which were below How great it was God himself said so When you may mock another bird By God you are always reassured Unless long and much more narrow Then you would look just like an arrow James Thomas Horn Comments are always appreciated