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
Copyright © Sheri Evans | Year Posted 2020
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