The Bird

A bird flew by my window.

An unconscious being, which has no sense of right or wrong.

He does not regret when he steals from his friends, nor is he ashamed when he cheats on his wife.

There is no law to punish him for his sins, no law which gives him protection.

He must hunt down his prey to provide his own supper.

He must escape from predators to prevent himself from becoming supper.

He never lives by reason.

From the day when God, like a fond father, has granted him life

To the day when Death, like a terrible thief, has stolen it,

He always lives by instinct.