A loud crash,
A thump and a screech.
I rushed to my window to check out the scene.
A gory mess.
There was blood everywhere.
A whimper, painful,
Made that day gloomy;
Looming with despairity.
She licked its forehead, consoling it.
Offering some solace.
Helplessly she waited.
As death crept upon the young one.
The agony was an unbearable sight.
The matriarch yearned to see the conclusion; desperately.
There was no aid; no concern whatsoever.
The little one’s cries died down,
And a maternal howl filled the air.
I had been rooted to my sill,
A powerless onlooker of the event.
Support was what I should have offered.
But gape was all I could part with.