• Not to be a Good Day
    By Sacrow

    As the door closed I laid my head to rest
    There was yelling in the next room over
    I knew this day was not to be the best
    Not even the yard had any clover
    All the birds sat in silence for fear
    Of a hawk in the sky keenly searching
    A last resort a baby twitters ere
    He strikes a catch as my stomach’s lurching
    Without a sound he is carried away
    The vicious claws they dug as sanguine
    Blood coursed in trickles as he swooped so gay
    I gasped as he landed near me to dine
    I turned to shield from what I could not say
    I knew this was not to be a good day