The baby tumbled down the stairs
while I directed her fall.
Interior dialogue: just my luck --
thirty-five steps and afterwards,
crickets.
This was written in response to the 11/18/22 prompt from Miz Quickly.
[Lest you think I am a monster, the title here is everything.]
the raven's eye 
Happy for that title, as you said. 😉 This spills well, pun intended.
Those little ones can worry us even when they get old!