Days of Waning Fall
Cassandra McCormack
They tumble out of their oversized nest,
Eyes brightly twinkling and hair a mess
Laughing loudly despite the hawk’s eerie call
In those oblivious days of waning fall
They run and jump and shout and play
If they could, they’d remain all day
Giggle and stumble while they brawl
In those innocent days of waning fall
Yet innocence lives at the cost of sense
And they never fail to make me tense
Carelessly following their precious ball
In those darkening days of waning fall
I’ve seen the monsters on the street
Metal killing machine with wheels, not feet
Contraptions that don’t hesitate to maul
In those darkening days of waning fall
I’ve seen the monsters on the street
Metal killing machine with wheels, not feet
Contraptions that do