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,
Take 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.