I have tried to save him from himself.

Nothing I have done has worked for long.

The interventions were merely distractions.

Nature has hard-wired him to fight his mirror image.

He thinks it’s another suitor for his mate.

He thinks it’s an invader in his space.

All the while his mate is ignored and his territory is neglected.

He has been fooled by an image.

Fake is Real.

He cannot fight the fixed action pattern in his little brain,

like a twelve year old boy playing Fortnite.

How do we save him from himself?

How do we get him back?

Poor little Mr. Blue.

I am sorry for you.

But go away and leave me be.

Your sickness is robbing me of peace and sleep.

I live here, too.

Blue bird be gone!

My pity won’t save you.

Flower