The lapwings came in a family
Mom, dad, and babies two
They settled on the sun-dried lawn
And sang all tiring day through
Tiny babies with thread-like legs
Cute and funny to see
The mom and dad they kept on singing
They were happy, and the life was free
The song caught in the blowing wind
It whispered in the dog’s ear
His arrival turned their freedom
To a brawl of death and fear
The feathers scattered in the breeze
As the dad’s song fell still and mute
The babies scattered among the grass
In the middle of nature’s dispute
One was lost and one was found
The mom was thrilled but sad
She sang her song of weariness
Through the hours of the days so bad
Time slipped away as they roamed around
The baby and its poor tired mom
Until the fat, old cat saw them
And pounced on the baby for fun
The tiny body laid still and cold
In the afternoon’s warm breeze
I heard the cry of a lonely mom
Above the swaying trees
