An Hapless Victim: a life cut short

On a beautiful spring day, a blue egg was seized and carried off from its nest. Why the egg was dropped on the earth and shattered is unclear. Perhaps the nest robber was intercepted by the parents of the egg or possibly there were other reasons for the creature why the creature, who was intending to consume the innards of the egg, let it fall from its grip. I will never know. I am only the witness to the seemingly senseless waste of being, be it as food or more kindly, humanely, as a life never lived with whatever the threads of destiny had woven for its future. But surely there would have been the joy of flight and union with another of its kind; we would call that union love, but a bird has its own language and perception of delight in another.