Unsettled
The passion I once felt for her,
The love we used to share
Is now a faded memory.
I wish I didn’t care;
But she still matters greatly to the
Offspring we’ve produced.
The burden of my thoughts for her
On them has been reduced.
I warned her they would suffer, but
I didn’t know how much.
I knew that I was not enough.
They’d want their mother’s touch.
Like Eve of old, she selfishly
Indulged forbidden fruit.
She made her choice of good and bad
And gave our kids the boot.
My wingspan is not large enough
To shelter them within
When mother hen neglects our chicks
And lets her rooster win.
Unsettled in my helplessness
And pondering a fight;
Unable to protect my chicks
I lie awake all night.
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