Jamie Looks

A fragile beauty the hatchling is…

The Boy,

Young, loving

Wanting to discover what closely kept secrets Mother Nature so seldom divulges.

The hatchling, so trusting,
                                                   so blind;

Not knowing the danger,
                                                   the human touch can bring.
The Childs
                      Soft, caring hands,

 Takes the peeping wonder under his own wing to comprehend its tiny life;

Unknowingly

giving a slow diet of death.
                                                                   
Mother comes,
no more.

The brood discovering lifelessness in a heap
                                                                        of
                                                         grass and
                                                                       twigs.