Summer heat burnt
raised eyebrow
there’s no water
says the roof’s crow.
Filled are the ponds
dried weeded
forgotten bonds
pleas unheeded.
Everywhere searched
not a drop to drink
feeble throat parched
on the death’s brink.
Pleads the crow begs
I cannot wait
with little eggs
waits my mate.
Weeps my soul
don’t stand aloof
keep a small bowl
water on roof.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
Summer heat burnt
raised eyebrow
there’s no water
says the roof’s crow.
Filled are the ponds
dried weeded
forgotten bonds
pleas unheeded.
Everywhere searched
not a drop to drink
feeble throat parched
on the death’s brink.
Pleads the crow begs
I cannot wait
with little eggs
waits my mate.
Weeps my soul
don’t stand aloof
keep a small bowl
water on roof.
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