Wild Goose Chase Poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal

Strange men
prowl under the sprawling trees
Like big cats
stalking the prey
Pulled out
catapults ready in hand
Aim
the frisking squirrels atop
Some
hunt a moor-fowl
across the mire
Shouting and squailing
Hoping
that, it'll fall effete
after a good chase
Hunting dogs a pair,
local hounds
slim and starved,
are seen so vicious, scary
and shrewd

Consoles me
my gracious grandma now
Be with me, kid dear
and don't be scared
They aren't kidnappers
Yet, the poor
must eat game any
These times
of war and great trouble
It's their struggle
to survive on the kill
Many a time still,
they're
on a wild goose chase
Quite an ordeal
for many a poor to face