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Moody miserable looking day
The sun preferring to remain
Hide since first ray;
Sky black faced morose
Sends down thunderous cursing roars…
Hooligan wind freed, scoops in
To drive out hapless dry leaves
The lonely pavements off;
Chilling my spine now it begins
To rain, out there cats and dogs…
I look out of my window panes
To me the world outside seen
Drained of life deserted forlorn
Left alone to face the onslaught from top;
No body around here? Oh! I find her close…
Right on top of my neighbor’s roof
I see a crow on the edge of eaves board
Sitting as if in deep trance
Sodden unmindful of the outside chaos
Created by the sky atop…
What she is doing out there I wonder
Could have moved yards to the tree over
And sought shelter from rains’ torture
But no; bathing in the horrendous showers
She sits sharp with her uncanny eyes…
I wait; watch again to locate her sight
She looks towards a hole down the lane
A hole large, to where the run off rush
Passing the yard the pavements and bush
Where the flow gets sucked and water out gush…
And all of sudden I see her take off
Stoop and pick up a sizable frog
That comes out of the pit water logged;
With prey on her beak, flying she goes,
Towards a branch of that tree near of…
Thunder roars; the wind witnessing soars
Rain continues to come down non stop
And I learn a telling truth of life
From this wise bird; a lesson how to spot
One’s daily meals; lesson essential all us for…
11 06 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Kassem Oude (12/1/2008 1:46:00 PM)
Your creativity and poetry talent are out of dispute. I would comment the poem message. Every man should struggle for his life by nature and legal rules, and he who needs the fire must bear it on his bare hand. Brave man takes his bread's bite from the lion muzzle. |
Bonnie Collins (11/24/2008 9:39:00 PM)
I enjoyed this write, and could not figure out why he crow was set there either, first I thought, its babies, but hen alas, a meal....... Very good reading and picured accurate, you can actually hear distant thunder...... Very good write...
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