AN ACT OF COMPASSION
Beneath my feet upon the ground,
There came a chirping sound,
A feathery creature with mouth open wide,
Standing ever so close by my side.
Bending over, my hands reached out,
Trying to rescue it, no doubt,
I wanted to care for its injuries and feed,
But off rather quickly it did so speed.
A cat on all fours in slump,
Out of his place of hiding he did jump,
After toying with his prey as if a game,
In hot pursuit of him he now came.
It a speeding bird unable for me to catch,
The cat I caught since for me no match,
Lifting him in my arms I held him tight,
Questioning if what I was doing was even right.
I had helped a bird from his predator get away,
It appeared him now safe and okay,
As my emotional feeling had become one of cold,
I did so continue that cat to hold.
It's my compassion that had stopped that act,
The love for a helpless creature that made me react,
Though it's an animal's instinct to kill its prey,
I had just prevented that cat from getting his way.
