Fanstory Poem by Manthra Hariharan

Here they comes! here they comes.
every cow mooed...
The ducks and hens
leaving their drakes and cocks
came screachng to see the flock of those, the tiny little crows.
The king himself from his den,
came at the screach of the hens.
Mighty and strong stepping out between the crowd,
Proud and happy of the little feloows,

Those who shall fly over the meadows
croack! croach! came the frong, to notify those gathered.
The wind was light and the clouds were still..
Mother crocodile wept water called tears..

The pigeons and sparrows
come in pairs to see the future come closer.
The elephants stoodby in lines to trumpet for the little victory..
The cuckoo came by with a little surprise, a souvenier!

A gift from a far offtree, across whom they may fly,
pieces of pear to eat along the way..
The littles of crows,
Brought pride to their race..
By a beautiful take off..
Far far away from the sky,
the view all those down lookup to them now..
All the animals waved good bye! and split away one by one,
while among the little said, 'one day we will be the
crows with pride..and one day we will be the ones to see out littles fly..like fan's viewing the sky'.

by
Manthra