Do not ostracize the ostrich. because hiding is its way, a shield against the thunder, a prayer for one more day.
The world will point in laughs. Pressed in the head, but safety occasionally murmurs in the quiet not the noise.
We call it cowardly, neglecting knowledge, That storms would be more mellow.
one of them is still panics. To banish the ostrich is to mock a other battle, because valor has unusual clothes. not always in might.
Let the bird hide there, then. its tempo, its mask, for even in its hiding, Its eyes have wisdom in them. And when the sky is kind, The ostrich will nevertheless ascend.