Little one

A small finch sits on the deck awaiting his mother

He doesn't move just hunkers down awaiting what comes

Time passes sky darkens yet comes no other

Fear in his eyes, alone he trembles, no sign of mums

Onto the grass he wanders timidly looking around

Hungry he looks for food, he pecks at specks getting just air

Lost, bewildered a fledgling downed 

Now on its own all alone of danger unaware

Tall weeds, in the shadows, the flick of a cat's tail

Above the hoot of an owl, the call of a lark

What lies behind night's black veil

A little one swallowed by the dark