Moody miserable looking day
The sun preferring to remain
Hide since the first ray;
Sky black-faced morose
Sends down thunderous cursing roars…
Hooligan wind freed, scoops in
To drive out hapless dry leaves
Off the lonely pavements;
Chilling my spine now it begins
To rain, out there cats and dogs…
I look out of my windowpane
The world outside now is seen-
Drained of life deserted forlorn
Left alone to face the onslaught of rain;
Nobody around here? Oh! I find her close…
Right on the top of my neighbor's roof
I notice a crow on the eaves board edge
Sitting as if in a trance
Sodden, unmindful of the outside chaos
Created by the sky atop…
I wonder what she is doing there!
She could have moved yards to the tree over
And sought shelter from rains' torture
But no, bathing in the horrendous showers
She sits with a spooky eye…
I wait; watch again to locate her sight
I find her look towards a hole,
A hole large, to where the runoff rush
Passing the yard, the pavements and the bush
And where the flow gets sucked up
And all of a sudden, I see her take off,
Stoop and pick up a sizable frog
That jumps out of the water-rich hole
Having her food on her beak she now flies
Towards a branch of that nearby tree…
Thunder roaring, boisterous is the wind
Rain continues to come down non stop
I learn a wonderful truth of life
From this wise bird- a lesson on how to pick
One's daily food, a lesson essential all us for…
11 06 2008
Nature in its survival mode.
Lovely! ! This is the one I simple love! Shall agree that when we work we have to do that seriously with all our might! It does not only put a bread on our plate but hopefully makes us also proud of self for a good job to be done..be it a cleaner a buider a writer or a firefighter..
Its a good write I felt the words should of flowed more though
Your old poem I relate to alot
Brilliant indeed.....thank u, dear poet....
The sun is preferring to remain and the moody day is still in hope to remain. Right on the top of your neighbor's roof you notice crows. Towards a branch of that nearby tree they want to fly. The story of survival is interestingly captured with beautiful imagery. This poem is excellently penned.
A wonderful piece of a poem! A slice from everyday scenes! We are continuously afflicted by one mishap or the other. Last year it was the flood, this year it is Corona! Amid all these adversities, the survival instinct is so predominant. The clever crow found its own method of survival. By confining to our own four walls in these days of the virus attack, we too are trying to ensure our survival and the survival of our fellow beings. Top marks
Moreover, I appreciated the precious message inbuilt in this fabulous work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
" And I learn a telling truth of life From this wise bird; a lesson how to spot One’s daily meals; lesson essential all us for…" Yes, a mighty lesson indeed was displayed by this bird and well captured by you. Things don't always come easy specially food and keeping alive, we must toil and sacrifice our comfort in order to keep living. Well penned.
Thank you Luz for your nice appreciation. An old poem mine. Wish you a Merry Christmas