Wednesday, 27 March 2019

The Nest Is Empty

A poem from 2019

An enemy has done this
Probably a cat
Fancy that!

Babies torn apart in their shells
The scattered detritus of life
Gobbled up

Feathers everywhere, ruffled
She stands by in tears with a placard
Shout at her

Fat feline growing richer
Licking lips, grinning
The nest is empty

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