Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sad Truth

We parents were so proud the day

Our first hatched graced us in the nest.

A hungry chick, so right away

Doing what we birds can do best,

We took turns flying o'er the sea,

Scooping food from the water top,

Ate, then regurgitating, we

Fed our albatross chick nonstop.

But after while we noticed that

Our chick no longer seemed to thrive.

Then we were devastated at

The truth our chick was not alive.

How could we know our chick was dead

Because of plastic we had fed?