My view

 

I could see it from my window.  A little bunny out on the lawn, munching on the tender grass and across the street a hawk sitting up in the tree was watching.  I knew it was only a matter of time before the hawk was going to swoop down and have the rabbit for breakfast.

Having a fair understanding of nature, I know the hawk has her life to live and the bunny must fend for itself.  But I am also aware that I was put here, at this place, at this time for a reason.  If I act fast, I can be out in the front yard and scare the rabbit back into the woods, maybe prolonging its life for one more day.

But what of the poor hawk?  Shouldn’t she be allowed her morning bagel and cream cheese?  Does it really boil down to survival of the fittest?  Where is the balance?  Where is the fair play?  The hawk is a skilled hunter with perfect vision, silent motion and the element of surprise.  The bunny has only her hearing to alert her to the dangers around.  Listening seems no match against the hawk that doesn’t even need to flap her wings, but only glide silently down from above.

Nowhere is it written that life is fair, but what if it were?  What if we could change it?  Knowing what we know of Man’s ability, I expect everything we attempted to correct would drastically alter something else, and not for the better. 

New York cab drivers would all speak perfect English, being courteous and polite to everyone.  Hamsters could suddenly run as fast or faster than cheetahs.  Alligators would become vegetarians.   Nothing we know would ever be the same.  Journalists would only report the good news, teachers and police would be paid more than athletes, while lawyers and politicians would fill the country’s prisons.  (Okay, so that part wouldn’t change).    

In the time it has taken me to write this, three smaller birds have chased the hawk away.  The bunny will live another day.

Maybe things are fine the way they are.