Alone amongst the tall blades of grass
That have not been cut in many a day
The hatchling slowly opens its eyes
And is greeted by a noisy and unsympathetic world
Disoriented and frightened
The hatchling lets out an almost inaudible chirp
The only thing that feels natural
And it waits
Waits for its mother,
Waits for food,
Waits for anything
The sound of footsteps rustling through the tall blades of grass
Surround the hatchling
And it begins to wonder
If this is where it belongs
Suddenly, a warm embrace encompasses the hatchling
The embrace of a kind soul
A soul who appreciates the fragility of this tiny life
And recognizes the angst and discomposure
The hatchling then senses a soft bed of sticks beneath it
And feels a familiar sense of comfort
A kind soul has returned the hatchling to its home
And expects nothing in return
In a world of trepidation and uncertainty
Be a hatchling’s kind soul.
