A sad question today, from Max, who was upset by seeing a pigeon nearly getting hit by a car.
The world can seem like quite a dangerous place
Especially for birds. They are so small
And it might seem like no one cares at all
But somebody cares.
The violent rushing of the human race
Where birds get crushed and trampled every week
Or soaked in oil, will no one dare to speak?
But somebody dares.
It’s difficult at times for us to face
The harm we do to others, and to try
To make things better. Even asking “why”’s
A difficult task.
Bad things will happen still, but let’s embrace
Each opportunity to help, to do.
To say that “no one cares” must be untrue:
For somebody asked.
Tom Juniper Poetry 