Hunt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hunt



Hunt


Once a bird in sky, far flown, hungry, was tired.


On the roof of a house in city was, Reza, in the sun with the seeds

His pigeons roamed and jumped all around, or flew when signaled

GPS in its eyes, bird knew all the paths, roads and map to its house

Far to go, hungry and tired and thirsty; bird made round like planes

Reza’s bird flew, soared, further upped, reaching guest “Welcome”

Lonely bird, all alone, on its way, joined the gang, they made round

Sky theirs’ as flocks, look-alikes, lonely seemed happy; kind friends

Coming down to landing, guest too shy to the pot of water and seeds

Leaned Reza to the wall, and threw food for bird. “It’ll eat, ” wished.

“Unknown man must be friend of friends; I can trust, ” bird joined in.

It followed and mimicked what they did and entered their cage, nests.

That was it, that was end, head was cut, de-feathered, Bar-B-Q(ed) …

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 18 January 2014

friend of friends, I like it, thanks.

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