Robins scatter on the lawn as I walk by.
Why so afraid? I mean no harm.
Soon they fly off, as I wish I could
Make them see I’m a friend not a foe.
But I understand as little prey birds
They have to always be afraid
Of big human monsters like me.
And, honestly, I’d be the same,
Were I a little prey bird that
Could be crushed by a hawk,
Or killed by a big human monster
Unlike me.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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