The Innocents - May 30, 2025

It’s a dancing branches day

laughing green, sweet notes

of the windchime, a waterfall

sings, birds bank in the wind

the nature we love to watch

in the warmth of a gentle

May sun, lazy afternoon

no hardships apparent

because

the creatures out there,

invisible under bushes

in a nest or borrow, suffer

alone, stay where they die

if not killed and eaten

and that’s the innocence we

can’t bear to watch, a little

animal, torn apart and devoured

and yet, aren’t hawks and

coyotes, innocents to?