BIRDS

CROW

Afternoon and hazy heat,

Alert on his high seat

He waits for the empty street

When no one will be around to stare.

With the gang, the descent is quick,

The cloak of black, descends – thick

But, hush! The sound of a walking stick!

And within seconds they aren’t there!

The wait is long, but never mind,

Another time and place, beaks will find

The careless woman hs left open the blind,

The feast will be great and layer the share.

But one never knows when a trap’s been laid,

‘Beware of man’ the leader had said

But for want of a few crumbs of bread,

The lives are staked and the birds still dare.

CHICKEN

‘tis morning, hence business time

The men, patient, in a line,

Witness the daily legal crime

And inside the gladiators wait.

The pleas of mercy heard no more,

They know what the future has in store,

And God’s world is the land of gore

Where the price of life, is ruppes forty eight.

The small prison, seems even smaller,

And tyrant man, seems even taller

The index finger speaks – ‘that one – call her

Guests are due, I’m getting late.’

The gladiators inside shriek aloud,

Death throws down the bloody shroud,

The price is paid, the man leaves the crowd,

Later, guests remark – ‘the marination was great’.

PIGEONS

The tired sun begins to sink

The longer days begin to shrink,

To return home – the mother cannot think,

The search goes on till the end of the day.

At long last, on marshy ground

Hungry eyes hear a faint sound

Eureka! Dinner has been found!

And they say, it isn’t worthwhile to pray.

But danger, lurks behind bushes, there,

Gunpowder, it seems is in the air,

The skylark warns – ‘friends, beware!

The would-be-Corbetts have come out to play.’

The gunshot has just missed the head,

The children, waiting, hungry in bed,

Hoping that mama, will bring home the bread,

And that daddy, will come back from far away.