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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.
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