The pigeon laid her eggs
in the narrow space
between the window and the AC outer.
She knew it to be a safe space
beyond the reach of predators.
Patiently she sat on her eggs
the chicks hatched
she watched them grow.
One day, a day like any other day,
she flew away to forage for her young
only to return
to an empty nest.
A kite, being a kite,
had swooped down
and with one swift, precise strike
(that left one stunned yet awed)
snatched her young.
Nature’s laws are cruel,
true.
Yet
man has become what he was not
a predator by choice
feeding on the young and the innocent.