The last tears.

The last tears.

The baby giraffe playing,
and eating nimble grasses.
It's mother standing near,
trying to get the smell of approaching danger.

The baby has no experience,
about this mundane earth,
but the mother is trying to save,
her baby from the wrath.

The mother is eating grasses,
opening her eyes,
lest her baby will attack,
by perilous vices.

 The baby is very agile and restless.
Very often it goes far.
but it's mother nudges,
to bring it near.

But when peril approaches,
all our eyes become blind.
Then we remain trapped by it
and glimpse of light we don't find.

When the mother giraffe
engrosses its mind to eat,
and shuts its eyes,
for chewing little bit.

The peril prowess stealthily,
barring its teeth and nails.
The ignorent baby,
Can hear the death knell.

It drags the baby away.
The mother becomes desperate.
Mother starts to fight,
against mighter curse.

Leaving the baby,
mighter prances upon the mother.
and mother is torn mercilessly,
Sheding few eye drops for ever.