“Stay in our nest. I need food and water.
After I am full, again you can nurse.”
Momma mouse leaves, searches far and farther.
She finds nothing. “Can things ever get worse?”
“You should know by now to never ask that.”
Running from that voice with full skill and grace
does not save Momma from her starving cat.
Nature grins again through its foul, skull face.
“What of my orphan babies?” Momma prays.
Nothing hears or cares. Ignore the tiny.
Grief is all that lasts. Death is all that stays.
Why dare stars burn so damn bright and shiny?
This mighty universe with all its years,
dies under tiny grief and quantum tears.