We often have disagreements on whether to let nature take its course. I think the question is like asking Where to step in the flowing stream? Where is it proper to intervene? Where to watch? Where do we let the hawk roost?
The lady in red
Is back feeding the ducks.
It snowed.
The ducks know
She is faithful.
We have a flock of sparrows
A few juncos
A pair of cardinals
Two squirrels.
They find the seed scattered
In our backyard,
In spots reasonably safe
From the hawk.
The hawk has taken
To sitting quietly on the fence.
My beloved shoos him away
Regularly.
He is just being a hawk
I say.
These are our birds
He says.
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