Unselfish Love

Looking out my window nothing much to see. A little bird flying by stopped to look at me. He was not scared, nor did he fly, as I opened up the glass, He watched me closely as he sat upon the fresh mowed grass. I stood awhile, then ventured forth hoping he would stay. But reaching him I realized, I wished he'd fly away. I am not mean, nor am I cruel, it's simply sad but true. That most would shoot, mame or hurt, to protect him there are few. So, instantly I shouted loud and flapped my arms enraged. It hurt me less to scare him now, then to see him stuffed or caged. Written by, Sheri Lynne Evans February 15, 1991 Completed March 2, 2020