A HIGHER LAW
A neighbor came and rang our front doorbell
While clutching to her chest a baby bird
She’d picked up from the tree from which it fell,
Discovered by the peeping she had heard.
“What do you think that I should do with it?”
It’s sure to be the prey for someone’s cat
Or hop into the street and then be hit—
“I couldn’t stand to see a fate like that.”
The best I thought to say was to suggest
She see a neighbor up the street who’d found
Three baby owls who’d fallen from their nest
But with a sanctuary’s help were sound.
Though nature may be “red in tooth and claw,”
We know that kindness is a higher law.