Just Down the Road

If I keep myself alerted as I'm leaving my abode, I'll see life and death and drama happening just down the road. I saw an eagle, hawk and heron as I drove to town today. Each sat in calm aloofness with a watchful eye for prey. I'm glad I'm not a bunny, a small bird or a mouse, for with such predators about I'd dare not leave my house. If I were a frog or fish I would sit still with eyes closed tight, knowing that big hungry heron could devour me with one bite. My Lord gave me dominion over land and beast and fowl and made me big enough I can't be picked off by an owl. I find living to be tolerable, quite peaceful and serene, but many smaller beings know that nature can be mean. So next time I feel like crying and grumbling at my fate, I'll remember smaller creatures that would think my life is great. "Survival of the fittest"is the rule by which they live. Dying is the price of living. They accept it and forgive.