The Mocking Bird and the Hawk
The mocking bird was making quite a commotion and when I looked up I could see why. A hawk was perched in the old oak and the mocking bird was not happy. That mocking bird squawked and harassed the hawk. It must have had something special hidden with the curtains of Spanish moss. It reminded me of a lot of us go through day-after-day. We fight to help our own and inevitability the bottom falls out. We lose a job, the house goes into foreclosure, a sickness occurs. But like that mocking bird we persist. The hawk finally moved on and to that mocking bird the insurmountable happened. Whenever you feel the burden, the fight is lost, remember the small mockingbird and the hawk.
