Augury

“There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.” Shakespeare in Hamlet ************************************************************** Augury As the shine of the sun sets down In the far away horizon In villages as in the towns And dusk stealthily makes its dawn, The sky awhile pivots to pink While clouds wafted by woeful winds Seem in the firmament to blink Racing across the sky with spleen. Does the pink sky augur a storm, Tempest, typhoon or tornado That may buildings and trees deform Without a tinkle of ado! Does it herald devastation Of fauna and flora on land, Of harvest and cultivation And rocking of boats on the sand! Nature seems to have its own way To admonish human beings To hold their boats firmly at bay And arouse their inner feelings To keep those near and dear to them In safety and security Until the end of the mayhem Heralded by the augury. To scoff inklings of such omens Is to invite spates of worries From the clutches of a demon, Let one`s ship sink in the deep sea, Allow storms to set one`s house flat, Disregard clues from the divine, Let the wild winds whip off one`s hat And snub signals from the sublime.