Sunday, July 03, 2011

The Birds Take Flight

As the Sun rises in the bleeding sky
Val, the Lion, opens his one good eye
It was a long night like thousands before
He remains the last to roar

The river pack caught him off guard
Near the last tree of his million tree yard
Seven of them, he was alone
Led by Scottie claiming to be Val’s clone

But he is the last of his kind
An aging monster, led by a clever mind
He had sent a thousand Scotties before
To hell and back through his roar

One by one he killed the attack
Till a lucky claw caught his back
Bleeding in his own back yard
The old hand rose to slay Scottie hard

By mid night he was the last one left
The mighty heart sensed his impending death
He found the strength to open one eye
To pray to his last moon in the wounded sky

The pride in him asks for one more Sun
So he could do what he had always done
And his heart finds a reason to beat
The Sun rises to lighten up death’s defeat

With a few moments of life in him left
Val, the dying lion smiles

As the Sun rises in the bleeding sky
Val, the Lion, opens his one 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 unmatched strength
Unleashing pure fear across breadth and length

The birds take flight from a million trees
And elephants scurry across like bees
For like a thousand days from before
Val, the Lion, lets out his frightening roar

This poem was first published here


Kedar Patankar said...

Nice one

Farina said...

Liked it very much....
The words used are so perfect for each description.


Anonymous said...

Who or what or how do get inspired to write poems? me curious to know...... btw nice poem,


Anonymous said...

Great one this!! Enjoyed reading it.. Alister