Young Death Poem by Ima Ryma

In Central Park, New York City,
A young female, her body found.
A hit and run, what a pity.
No sign of family around.
Discovered in the early morn,
Authorities investigate,
And to the public duly warn
That more of her kind might await.
Nannies, joggers and walkers will
For a while heed what they've been told.
She'll become but memory still.
The victim only six months old.

How and why was that young girl there.
Not a place for any black bear.