like hawks diving down on cowed, helpless mice.
They come, whether we want them to or not,
like bad weather or other natural disasters.
What if ‘big men’ didn’t come,
staying away and left us free and unmolested?
What if, when ‘big men’ came, swooping down upon us;
expecting to take all they want (and more);
one mouse turned around, holding and aiming a rifle
and shot the hawk out of the sky?
Chuck Connors, April 24, 2010