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The Broke Pigeon and the Machiavillian Eagle

With the onset of the sun in the horizon, the little creatures awake

And dance and sing melodies tantamount to a group of chortling people

Oh, how i wish such convival sights be captured

And played back on repeat everytime you feel low

 

As vagabonds they fly in search of food and shelter

And when the sun does set, off they disappear in their nests

Robbing the nature of its beauty

For every day they have to give a survival test(from their carnivore counterparts)

 

The broke pigeon was no different, her eyes gleamed better than Cindrella's did

The vicissitudes of life had rendered it to be a mendicant.

But she was a resilient creature and she continued her fight everyday

Her condition started to exacerbate when she laid 4 snow like eggs

 

Gathering twig by twig and working for an entire afternoon meticulously

She made a perfect home for her babies which were about to hatch

Be it a human or a bird, mothers always foster the children

Off she slipped into a reverie of a bright future with her kids

 

But the evil nature had its own sinister plans

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cacophony of sounds of other birds

She knew the sound was ominous

Peeping out of the nest she saw a dozen eagles encircling the tree

 

Her blood ran cold, she wrapped the eggs around her and a teardrop made its way from her eye

The leader of the eagles stoop towards her and hit her with a beak

The broke pigeon pleaded for its life saying-"I will offer myself to you as soon as my kids learn to fly"

The Machiavillian eagle agreed at first, flew up high,leaving the broke pigeon to heave a sigh of relief

 

The sigh was a short lived one as it swoop down with two other eagles on the broke pigeon

Performing an act of utter perfidy, there was a sly smile on its face

Turn by turn they devoured the broke pigeon

And kicked the eggs down the nest

 

It was a brutal ****** much more heinous than the ones we see

But there was none to witness the fate of the broke pigeon

And even if there were, they'd never know the events that transpired

Never know.. never know.. never know..

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utsav-shah
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Dec 17, 2013
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