once a sunny happy day,

the mother served her child hay,

happy sounds and happy chirps,

the cute kid learned to eat her herbs,

burning sun in the afternoon,

mother was gone finding some food,

the kid was sleeping with soothing dreams,

one day flying high with clouds and beams.

red eyed and black beak,

gray feathers and evil seek,

fast as wind with a heart of stone,

flying above in the sky alone.

saw the kid sleeping the afternoon,

evil sought upon too soon,

launched itself for heaven’s child,

bashed the nest with claws up tight.

sharp as a knife and pointed as pins,

strong as iron and covered with sins,

the nails held the child’s skull upright,

the kid woke up with the death in sight.

flapped her wings and cried in pain,

some blood leaked but a hope remained,

hope that the mother will soon arrive,

hope that the kid would soon thrive.

Killed the hopes and killed the dreams

killed the love and so the kid,

flew and took the body away

with no remorse or any guilt.

evil won again today

some days are just not fun,

the mother killed herself too,

her body drying up in the sun.