The fierce sun shone uninhibited,
Through powerless fleeting clouds,
Pushed through thirsty brown leaves,
Heated up the fractured ground.
And heated up a mound of flesh,
Featherless, fallen off his nest.
His mother’s cries sounded like silence
Mixed with foliage and cricket chirps.
And a pair of yellow eyes watched-
The little bird on the naked ground.
The forest saw his regal wings,
Swooping down upon a helpless prey,
But negated nature’s course as
He stopped abruptly on his way.
Circled round and round above
The helpless one on the burning ground.
The forest watched in silent awe-
A hooded beak hovering broad,
His gigantic shadow never left the bird.
And the fierce sun failed to heat up
Through the regal, wild, Godly gird.
Via Daily Post: Shadow