The Instinct And Inclination Poem by pedro moshood

The Instinct And Inclination



The hen warned the chick
Not to go to pit to feed
It turned a deaf hear

Age still settled on
Its youthful skin like dew;
It turned a deaf hear

It messed around in
Filthy pool of mess; it
Starts to dig its grave

It ignored the squeak
Of the descending hawk;
It turned a deaf hear

The hen ran helter
skelter searching in vain;
What a pity, hen!

The reprobate hawk
Sniffed the impending trouble;
Will it make it?

The hen sighing the
Dived sinister hawk, snarled
''Wait, let's have a talk.

I have many chicks,
But this you can't take for lunch'.
Hawk ignores the talk.

It clutched the spurrel
With claws and sped aloft;
What a pity spurrel!

Will hen take revenge?
The hen flew to set the beak
Of the hawk on edge.

The hawk's beak and claws
are to hunt and feed on flesh;
The wings for flight

The hen's claw is for
Pecking ants, picking seeds;
The wings not for flight

The hen ignores her
Weakness on height, unlike hawk;
What a vain struggle!

The hen warned the chick
Not to feed on the pit;
It turned a deaf hear.

We heard a loud thud;
The descent of the hen
Make it broke it's wings

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pedro moshood

lagos Island, Nigeria
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