Treasure Island

P.YASWANTH REDDY

(15-01-1999 / VIJAYAWADA, INDIA)

Conserving Wild Life


High up in the sky the birds fly,
The stars twinkle with joy,
The fishes dive in the water and
The wings of the butter flies flutter.

Monkeys jump from one tree to another,
Snakes and Mangoose fight with each other,
The humming birds fly backward when they feel like and
The touch me not plant unfolds inwards at our touch.

Cracking of frogs and
Cracking of geese are heard everywhere,
The cheetah runs fast and furious and
The pronghorn too moves in brisk curiously.

Bang! Bang! a group of hunters come
To catch them all at a stretch.
Trumpeting loud a herd of elephants and for luck
Then trample upon the hunters all.

Submitted: Friday, November 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 23, 2012

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Let the animals preserve themselves..

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