Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Wait With the Violets

The storm did blow me from the nest,

Blown to the ground with wounded wing.

Below I watched above the rest

Of my family departing.

I know they know they cannot be

Of aid and must fly on their way.

They have no choice but to leave me

All on my own as helpless prey.

Instinct does tell me where I'm bound.

Some predator will be my death.

Lovely violets are all around

To comfort me till my last breath.

Huddled alone where violets lie,

It is my time and place to die.