Monday, 27 January 2014

The crow and the Squirrel

Ye perch on the wall
Pick out the mound of rice
Together in whorls of smoke
Hark, a beholding sight,
Ye munching morsel
With a dauntless spirit
Chiding crows for more
Scurrying quick & hover
In a fright to sit confound’d
Not wanting to risk
Fly soon with a mouthful
For a safe haven, where
Enemies fear to tread
No tussle & no shuffle
An umbrella identity
Teaches unity

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