Monday, 4 April 2016

Home Of The Brave, Land Of The Free (April 4, 2016)
A wee baby mouse
You lay
In my outstretched hands.

Never knowing
In the next moment
Your death
Awaits you.

As you yawn
So helplessly
On the shredded blanket
In the steamer trunk.

Among your sisters
And brothers.

Your mother
To be seen
By us

To turn away
As my dad killed you
By spraying poison
Upon your body.

In shame
Invisible tears

By what power
Do we
Have the right
To slaughter those
We view
As vermin.

Haven't we learned
Our lesson
With DDT?

In almost having lost
The majestic Peregrine falcon
From our skies.

As their nests
Once more
Grace Toronto's skyline 
With young.

Beating the odds
Stacked against them
By our folly.

Queen's Park
With their regal flight

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: For more information, on Peregrine Falcons, please click on the following link:

For me, the Peregrine Falcon is the ultimate survivor, in coming back, from near extinction, to repopulate areas that people wouldn't think possible for them. Plus, they keep the pigeon population down, to more manageable levels, without needing to chemical means.



  1. You made me see that vulnerable baby mouse, then feel the cruel ending. How long will it take for humans to understand animals feel EVERYTHING we feel?

  2. ... it is a harsh world - and everything is a chain reaction in nature...


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