Such is the way of creatures

A tiny life out of the egg

-little eyes, little fins -

curious spark among the grass

like a seed full of morrows

ground to ashes

Never to grow, never to be,

the little eyes, the little fins,

all gone to early, too early

dust.

Fare thee well, little Fitzy. Life is never fair, otherwise, your young heart would not have been silenced so early.

Lost forever, the mystery of your tiny face.