Naples 8.10.25

Death stalks the babies in the deepest night . . .
Softly padding across the road
the mother journeys to her destination
It’s time for a new home
But on this night
she will travel to this place on her own
Her babies will not follow her
Tonight they die
crossing an asphalt road created for cars
A scar in the land not made for soft bodies
and little paws
On this night this mother walks into her life
alone.