The Last Sight
as the sun dips below the sky, the eagle takes flight,
spying prey in the valley, it’s a grand sight,
in a distant river, where nature flourishes,
a place of endless bounties, it’s lush and luxurious,
this oasis of abundance attracts many creatures,
Eagle among them, a royal figure,
with its wings spread wide, it soars through the air,
its keen eyes scanning the land for its share,
for in the valley of plenty, there’s never a dearth,
the eagle decides that night, its a place to rest.
meanwhile with a feeble flutter, the cuckoo descends,
escape from the bullying blue cuckoo, no amends,
in the safety of an old nest, it rests its wings,
sighing softly as slumbering repose it brings,
as evening yields to the dreamy twilight,
the stars emerge, twinkling jewels of light,
twirling in the velvet violet skies,
a mystical dance for tired cuckoo’s eyes,
clouds disperse and fade into the dark.
under the cloak of the ebony night,
a chilling sight befell the cuckoo’s flight,
the hunters’ beady eyes glow with bloodlust,
fangs and claws gleaming, a sight gruesome and unjust,
in stealth, the blue cuckoo’s gang surround their prey,
as the night turns into a terror’s delight,
the hunters’ talons gleam, a chilling sight,
ready to strike in the cover of night,
with bated breath and eager beaks.
with dawn’s first rays to herald a new morn,
the eagle soared back to its familiar haven,
greeting the day with expectations of normality,
it glided, unaware of the tragedy’s verity,
but upon approaching its accustomed nest,
found a blood-bathed feather on its old nest.
grief-stricken, the eagle let out a mournful wail,
between the worlds and his lamenting words,
the eagle’s heart was torn and his sorrow spurred,
a resounding echo of grief disturbed the woodland,
a testament that once in his territory,
a lost cuckoo found home.
This is a narrative poem of lamentations, a creative expression of blighted hopes and frustrations. Through the symbolisms of a cuckoo and an eagle, the unspoken grievances and passive objections towards indecisive events find their new vessels.
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