Unicorns, The Care & Feeding of

Alms

Like birds in winter
You fed me;
Knowing the ground was frozen,
Knowing
You did not need my gratitude.

Softly,
Like snow falling on snow,
Softly, so not to frighten me,
Softly,
You threw your crumbs upon the ground -
And walked away.

- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The Unicorn & Other Poems (1956)