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 spatter you both to hell
Come and get it;
Your stuffed bunny’s at the window
But not that far out…
Reach little one! Reach…
Tantalized, a child is want 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;
Defenestration!