A Mother Monkey's Mourning Poem by M. Asim Nehal

The breeze was cool and gentle
The sun was going down
The trees were bubbling with seeds
And the cows were grazing
Birds were chirping melodies
And a group of monkey was enjoying the seeds
Everything was calm and quite
And all of sudden a loud call of barking deer
Put everyone on alert
Monkey kids were enjoying their swing
And mother called them aloud
All rushed towards safety
And monkey started to climb the trees
The mother monkey lost the grip of little one
And he slipped from the branch
And fell straight to the ground,
There was a pin drop silence
As everybody else was looking at the tiger
Mother got down and started to mourn
Seeing this tiger went away.