"Think Before You Act" written May 10, 1998

A bird flew high in blue skies
And lit upon a chair.
I raised my hand to shoo away,
See how fast that birdie flies.

Yet I stopped fast in mid shoo,
My hand raised to the air.
A avian song, fair, of the day.
What to me would that Nightingale do?

The song came streaming forward
From a tiny little beak.
My hand moved to my ear,
A stressed song to be heard.

That day I made a pact,
Of nature I do speak,
The song I'd learned to hear,
To think before I act.



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