Daddy hears the baby cry, but he's on his phone
Flipboard's louder than Crowder, and Facebook, 
Oh, faces booked with tags look good to mum
The tears scatter across the molecules of the room, 
But the care resonates with nothing. 

But the dog, it usually plays with the baby, 
Licks its pretty plump face, and jumps around. 
Daddy thinks this could work, this could 
Be the dam to the distracting noise of need. 
Off you go doggy, off your chain, be dad and mum
To the ball of pain confused in its crib. 

And off it went, off its chain, past dad and mum, 
No Flipboard article or Facebook stream could
Deter it from its goal. For you see, it couldn't hear 

the baby's cry from dad's and mum's absence:
 
The grumbling of its stomach bacteria was louder,
Maybe the smell of a wounded infant had reached 
Their empty abode? Maybe this was their chance? 
Maybe they could shut this best friend's will, 
And make everything silent again? 

Daddy hears the baby cry, but he's on his phone
Flipboard's louder than Crowder, and Facebook, 
Oh, faces booked with tags look good to mum
The blood scatters across the molecules of the room, 
But the care resonates with nothing.  

(c) nyonglema