At my local park there's a sign <br />As plain as the nose on your face <br />'please don't feed the birds <br />At this lake or within this space'. <br /> <br />I was a little disappointed <br />When a lady was feeding them bread <br />a swan and her six little babies <br />As she ignored what the sign had said. <br /> <br />How will they find food <br />When the friendly supply ends? <br />What happens to the ducklings <br />When she stops feeding them? <br /> <br />For living is a skill that we <br />Never seem to stop learning <br />Whether it's relationships <br />Or how we make our earning. <br /> <br />For if everything in life <br />Always went our way <br />And people did it all for us <br />We wouldn't adapt to change. <br /> <br />We never would discover <br />How to find our own feed <br />And store enough for others <br />And keep just enough for me.<br /><br />Peter Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-feed-the-birds/
