It sits there

Crying for hope

With its silent cry

But it has no idea of the trouble it is in

It just sits there

As it stares at me

With its black velvet eyes

Begging for help

It just sits there

I wonder what I could have done

How I could have helped

A river runs from my eye

Flowing into a small droplet

It plummets to the cold ground.

It just sits there

A roar echo's through the bending trees

The leaves scatter like a school of fish

But it just sits there

The last of it species


And I could have done something


But I just sat there