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"Predators lurk in darkness. Sometimes however cautious we are, they jump upon us to play havoc. We build dreams, but never know when cruel fate comes to shatter them. Life is so unpredictable."--- ~ By Poet~


On a tree, the Robin built a nest of intricate design,
A beautiful piece of art unmatched in décor!
It was amid the dark verdure of a hefty pine,
Thoughtfully placed at a height above the ground’s floor.
This habitat with its life and grace, none could ignore.

How suddenly the nest erupts into a clatter of sounds,
As the mother bird comes diving in with a wriggling worm. 
Discreetly thrusting it into gaping mouths, into sky she mounts.
Comes again to see they are fed well and this to affirm,
She comes often and sees her nestlings are free of all harm.

At night fall, wherever she is, she alights abrupt.
From what infinite heights, God alone knows.
Darting into her nest as she hovers, the birdies suddenly erupt
Into noise, but soon the din subsides into perfect peace.
Bundled in mother’s warmth, the little ones go into repose.

From my window, I enjoy this diurnal scene
Repeating itself in methodical precision 
Until someday take on wings and into sky, fly unseen
A cheery sight, with joy, every day I could envision.
Through years, I used to watch this drama in repetition.

But the next morn, what a shock, I lost my zest,
At what I espied through my open window.
On the ground lay the swallow’s shattered nest,
Broken and blown into pieces, what a depressing show!
By its side, lay a few downy feathers in a zig zag row.

In an instant, through my mind flashed past,
An image, I had seen the previous night
It was the glowing eyes of the black tom cat
That regularly prowls my courtyard to my great fright.
With sadness I visualized the horrid scenes of a losing fight.

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