(Verse written as American sentences; each a 17-syllable rant)
Puzzled robin perches on downed tree branch
next to nest of broken eggs.
Selfish force of storm has ripped potential life joy
from its safe sanctum.
Ravaged grove stands in stark silence except
for coo~coos of mourning doves.
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 01, 2016 @ 16:47:08
Lynn, these are so good, heartbreaking. Life is like that, though–quite fragile.
Jun 01, 2016 @ 17:07:57
So true…thank you, Victoria
May 30, 2016 @ 16:52:31
I guess it is just nature’s way of keeping things in balance….
May 30, 2016 @ 22:02:27
Death is part of life in a broken world 😥
May 29, 2016 @ 08:35:11
So sad when that happens…. Your poem is lovely though. Diane
May 27, 2016 @ 09:39:18
How cruel life can be.
May 27, 2016 @ 10:07:20
too true…