Poetry Wednesday #45

A crow was run over by a car in front of my house.  Photo by me.

Have you heard a heart breaking?

So, Death visited my street on Monday:

A crow, perhaps distracted by a mite,

Waited a moment too long to take flight,

And met a car that refused to give way.

It's broken-hearted mate desperately cried

As the crow struggled hard against it's fate,

But, broken and battered, it was too late—

The crow succumbed to injury and died.

'Tis a common occurrence in this life
That Death, as pale and quiet as the moon,
Steals in and away with loved ones far too soon,
All those who live–at some point–know this strife,
But the mate of the crow whose life was shorn
Cried so pitifully that I too mourn.