Grazing over the leftover blades of grass,
Those sheep's go on bleating throughout the noon,
So are those buffalo's like dark clouds that pass,
Lonely thorny shrub dancing to a futile tune,
Long necked camels walking through mirage land,
While a harrier flies across those salty plains,
Her wings of freedom like gold dust from the sand,
Only shadows from my cracking memory remains,
While a short-eared owl nesting low under a shrub,
A hare laying breathless beneath her claws,
Her sharp beak giving it a menacing scrub,
Desolate fox pup watching this with a pause.
©Prasad.N January 28th 2015
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