A soft chorus resonates past the wood
Surfacing nostalgic ages long faded
On wings of early mourning silence.
Tiny choir member with tiny red hood
Trills a sweet melody a bit more belated
Each vocalist belts a song of fate’s defiance.

For to be so small, so fragile yet resilient
And to boast a lyric so full of splendor
Surely fuzzy ears and sharp claws would seek
To make a quick meal...