The Birds Take Flight

By Gaurav Parab

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As the Sun slowly rises in the Jungle Sky

Val, the Lion opens his only good eye

The night was long and like thousands before

Val the Lion remained the last one to roar

The pack from the river had caught him off guard

By the last tree of his million tree yard

There were seven of them, he was all alone

Led by Scottie, claiming to be Val’s clone

But Val was the last remaining of his kind

An aging monster, led by a clever mind

Val had seen a thousand Scotties before

Seen them to hell, always the last Lion to roar

One by one he killed the attack

Till a lucky claw caught his back

As he lay bleeding in his own back yard

The old hand rose to slay Scottie hard

By mid night Val was the last one left

The mighty heart knew of his impending death

He found the strength to open one eye

To pray to his last moon in the bleeding sky

The pride in him asked for one more Sun

So he could once more do what he had always done

As his heart found a reason to beat

The Sun rose to lighten up death’s defeat

With only a few moments of life in him left

Val, the dying Lion smiles

As the Sun slowly rises in the Jungle Sky

Val, the Lion opens his only good eye

He moves his head to feel the stillness around

The jungle waits in fear for that daily sound

The sound of pure bred royalty and unmatched strength

The sound that unleashes fear across breadth and length

The birds take flight from a million trees

And elephants scurry across like bees

For like thousands of days from before

Val, the Lion lets out his frightening roar