On one of my morning walks when the
Day felt ignoble and routine, suddenly
A black bird with a coarse shriek came
Flying violently in air above my head.
Her plumage looked wet and unkempt.
She was preying upon a wasp or a bee.
The spunky wasp flew with all its might.
In a duple' time the chase was over.
The distraught bird, probably heavy with
Damp feathers had lost its battle for food.
Today the bee won the fight for her survival.
Tomorrow she may not be so lucky though.
But for now she can be grateful and rest
In the shady crevices of oak branches.
I watched the weary Grackle as she took
Shelter in the opposite cluster of pine needles.
The frenzied atmosphere returned to vacant
And languid idleness of hot summer morning,
But not before it made my regular walk under
Cerulean sky a bit more exciting and of a show wild.
A beautiful piece of poetry! Loved reading it! Thanks dear madam for sharing! (10)
I read this one in the august list of Bri....I very much enjoyed reading it all over again, the visuals you discribe are wonderful. Annette
Very interesting poem you have written about nature and your experience about morning walk. Today's survival plays important role tomorrow's luck is uncertain. Amazing this is really...10
Today the bee must have escaped its predator.... But who can predict its future tomorrow.....? . A casual scene turned into a beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have encompassed nature so beautifully in this little poetry. Thanks for sharing it!
Thanks Amar for your comment. Glad that you liked the poem.