Defenestration

Oh what a gal!

She seems such a perfect victim:

This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,

She's guilty

Ordinarily,

I'd not wish to

frighten her or hurt her,

But such beauty inspires one

to give the gift of murder

She's the kind of girl you want to

run up and tackle

through a window some floors up

and splatter you both to hell

"Come on and get it;

you're stuffed bunny's at the window,

But not that far out...

Reach little one! Reach...

Tantalized a child is wont to

take an ill-considered

course of action; such is life:

is experience not bitter?

Leaning too far

out the open attic casement window,

baby plummets

to a messy death not so far below

Rend your flesh to ribbons on

shards of broken glass,

fading screams end abruptly:

Defenstration