Looking at the golden clock,
I barely hear the tick tock, tick tock,
In a distance I hear a noisy flock,
I cannot see through the door lock.
Looking through the glass I saw,
A hunter aiming from afar,
I heard him laugh, I saw little paws,
Oh yes I know, he's never to crawl.
Once again that golden clock,
Now I hear the tick tock, tick tock,
In just a while I heard her growl,
With a sorrow the world should never allow.
Maybe the flock told her the news,
Maybe she tried to stop the abuse,
Already I guess, she miss little paws,
The flock flew high with their sad songs.
I saw her lie on the ground,
Where little paws blood, she found,
Adding drops of tears so rare,
That tore the heart of mama bear,
While tick tock reigned in the air.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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