Torn
Waiting alone—a shredded nest,
Crimson
streaks on black vest.
Only broken shells remain,
Protectors
of life’s domain.
Was it wind or beast?
An
accidental tryst?
Blood feathers scattered,
Torn
from their scabbard.
Remnants of an unseen feud,
Shards
of a dismantled brood.
Mourn for the fledgling,
Victim
of feline fowling.
Gentle songs fill the trees,
Drifting
softly on the breeze.
Life, death on a single breath.
Stretching for
flight—suffused with evening light.
