T H E L E S S O N
Winged terror now sweeps over
This grove of mango.
Hen scuttles under bush with its brood;
Then as he sees the significant shape
Manoeuvre
Top the tallest branch
Cock’s quick warning in the briefest call
Repeats and thrills
Deep instinct in the tiniest bird
Untaught.
In an attitude of a semi-fold of wings,
It pauses over the clearing
Watching one foolish bird
Not trusting its mother’s sense
Dash forth to find a securer shelter;
Then,
Falling from the air
As if it would strike the very earth,
It strikes the racing bird in mid-step
In a kill
And lifts unexpectedly
Even as the whole grove breaks;
Away it rises to the distant blue
Carrying one chicken with native skill
And a new dimension comes
To the tender breasts
Where hens and cocks have formed anew
The story is legend, affection is a power to be highly regarded. Only those with a mighty character and great capacity to love are able give to others yet want little in return. It sheds a bittersweet tear of happiness.
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well described
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