Scared Stiff

Please don't run away my friend
As I come strolling by
There's no need to brace yourself
Or mind me with your eye
No need to fear what I may hold
No slingshots, traps or guns
No need to blame me for the things
The others may have done
As you stare with beating heart
From high up in your tree
I smile back with sad remorse
For how things have to be