The Birds Take Flight

By Gaurav Parab

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

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