A Vile Eagle

Oh! Little bird

It's not time to fly or fright.

See, your little nest an eagle has eyed.

How could you be so carefree and novice?

When the one hovering over your sky was so toxic and vile.

Picking adroitly on the best sticks, leaves and twigs

You had flown sky-high to prepare your roost on a towering Cedar.

No one can deny that you were sane and prudent,

When to procreate you had flown the way top to your little seed bed.

While you were not around,

Your little sweet home she had spied.

The honeyed sound of life from your nook

Was strong enough to entice that crook.

Notice , that grisly eagle has got ready to pounce like a puma ,

To wipe off your tiny, vulnerable,innocent cradle from the face of the earth.

Alas! Your little ones' whimper is too feeble to cast any effect on the cold-hearted vulture.

Behold, how pathetically the crown of the benevolent Cedar is shaking.

If it could gaze then l am damn sure it would have cried its eyes out for you.

You for whom strewn twigs and leaves of your once nest would spell out the gory tale of the vile eagle's ransacking of what rightfully belonged to you.