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