The Cat Didn’t Do It!
July 5, 2007 by Shirley Allard
Upon a branch within a fold of leaves
The Robin sits and silently she grieves
As quickly as the turning of the tide
The mighty hawk has swallowed up her pride
The trees are filled with anger loud and shrill
The hawk waits patiently to claim its kill
Her victory has helped to save the day
As all the baby swallows fly away.
The Robin’s song is one of solitude
As babies fed become the baby food.
Ah, the unforgiving nature of nature. Like watching the series “Planet Earth” we watch as a cute little fuzzy cuddly thing is ravaged by some beast and we are mortified until we see it is to feed another bunch of little fuzzy cuddly things…
Yes, nature is a strange beast isn’t it? For one thing to survive, something else must die. As hard as I try to accept that I always find myself trying to interfere and save something from something! Thanks Oz