I watched a worm squirming
in the beak of a robin
feeling sympathy for its plight.
There was no hope of escape,
only a moment before
being gulped into oblivion.
Doesn’t seem fair to be
Monday’s blue plate special,
especially without recompense,
or a ceremony for sacrificial service.
But, nature has its own set of ethics—
actually, she doesn’t. We’re the ones
that write books of rules
printed on the headstones of trees.
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"We’re the ones
that write books of rules
printed on the headstones of trees."
I wholly agree with that. Otherwise nature has a way to take care of its own. Survival of the fittest.
Yep! I second that. We have rules for this and that ... Nature is just Being Itself.
even mankind's double standards have double standards
like the way you've dealt with this
cheers
Amen! Man's ignorance rarely sees the meticulous way Nature keeps everything in balance...loved this one Pat.
wow! powerful ending!!
We invent the ethics and then invent new ways to ignore them. Excellent thoughts.
Great little poem. Your insights are enjoyable to read. I especially like the ending.
I really see what you mean. All the killing of trees for human needs.
headstone of trees... powerful twist at the ending
very true
Good catch of Nature being hard to watch sometimes.
love the last strophe, powerful.
Nature has its rules, but most times, we choose to ignore it.
Prefound as ever Pat-just finding a break in my coursework and wanting to catch up with everyone, hope you are OK
BW
Sue
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