‘Inevitable’ by Norma Pain

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My eyes espied a little bird
And in his mouth… a little worm,
That screamed a scream but no one heard.
To mourn a worm is quite absurd,
I guess his life had come to term.

That little bird… he sang a song,
He sang as if his heart would burst,
A song to sing his whole life long,
As if he had done nothing wrong.
He little knew his life was cursed.

My eyes espied a grinning cat
And in his mouth… that little bird,
Bereft of song and limp and fat,
His dripping blood upon the mat.
He’d screamed a scream but no one heard.

The grinning cat… he yawned and slept,
As if he had done nothing wrong.
Oblivious of I who wept,
Of I who could not intercept
And then an eagle came along.

I watched that eagle swoop and clasp
That feline in his talon grasp,
And of that grin on kitty’s face
There was no trace!

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Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets.