a can of niggling worms looms as I write
I’m obsessed, unable to ignore
the innocents who’ve drifted from our sight

fractured families, children not cared for
species, numbers dwindling, resources razed
slipping between cracks; lost forevermore

precious treasures overlooked, throngs unfazed,
our better angels quickly losing ground,
their god is greed, they lavish him with praise

~kat

Terza Rima Challenge…As you can see, Jane, the abyss sucked me in. Hoping to round this series out on a more personal melancholy note…we shall see!

while on my morning walk, a looming curse
a faceless copper penny caught my eye
pick it up and certain doom I might unearth

best to leave it there and walk on by
or better yet give it a happy turn
to pass good fortune on to the next guy

a single penny gained is thought absurd
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
even my two cents worth goes unheard

~kat

Daily Terza Rima Challenge.