searching

The little birdies died

The stray cat came at night

Took all of it in one sweep

The animal's instinct to kill and eat

Buried for weeks

The mother bird still calls every morning

The sad tweeting sound ringing in the air

There is no response from her little birdies

Searching far and wide

Maybe thinking they flew away

Every place of common interest

There is nothing to find

The early morning tweets

With the sun rising in the sky

The little birdies gone before time

Lying underground leaving its world