Some Little Thoughts

She lay silent and still on her back,
Legs outstretched, as though she had expired.
The curious rabbit, passing by, wondered
Why a little robin would stay so fixed,
With legs in such a strange direction,
Almost as though she had given up all hope,
As though, from this life, she had retired. 

‘Oh, no! No, no, no!’ The little robin exclaimed.
‘I’m not giving up so easily. Definitely not!
‘I’ve been told that the sky will fall down,
‘And so I’m lying here, waiting, in the hope
‘That I can help to hold it up.’
With that, the little robin braced herself,
By using her wings as a type of prop. 

‘That’s silly!’ the furry rabbit said.
‘What earthly use are you? Such unmitigated gall!’
‘I know I’m not so strong,’ the robin said, remorsefully,
‘But we, all, must try to do our bit.’
‘This is just not plausible!’ the rabbit said, rudely,
‘Your efforts will be futile in the end, surely,
‘That is, if the sky should really come to fall.’ 

The little robin turned her head, pensively,
And, looking straight into the eyes of the Leporidae,
Maintaining her determined, fighting stance, of course,
Asked: ‘What is the alternative, then?
‘We can’t just let the sky cave in
‘And let that be the end to that,
‘We must all try to do our bit. Now, what do you say?’ 

The rabbit felt ashamed at having mocked, so harshly,
His little friend whose spindly legs still pointed to the sky.
‘I think you may be right,’ he said at last.
‘We all must help in times of need.’
The robin smiled: ‘Why don’t you join me, then,
‘Because six legs are always better than two?’
And so the rabbit decided he, too, would try. 

The crocus, pushing through the snow,
Was refreshed to meet the warming sun.
‘It’s such a lovely day!’ the flower thought,
‘It’s good to be alive, to breath the air,
‘To note God’s work as the season change,
‘There’s so much love in me these days!’
And, then, she smelt the air and said: ‘This is really fun!’ 

She puzzled at the lifeless forms
Of the robin and the rabbit, lying in a row.
‘Poor little fools!’ the crocus said to a passing fly.
‘They thought their puny efforts would help
‘To keep the sky from falling down,
‘And now they’re both dead, and gone, and forgotten,
‘And their bones are casting funny shadows in the snow.’ 

The fly was not a very clever chap,
But wondered why the flower, so meanly expressed
Such sentiments about two lives, now gone,
Two lives that had died for others, never seen.
‘You may be right,’ he said, without stopping long.
‘But they died for something which they thought
‘Was really worth their while. I feel very impressed.’