Dry Leaves Drop

The arched bulky branches of the banyan In delight swaying caressed by the breeze The dry leaves drop below in the canyon The wind keeps looking wildly for the keys The golden dewdrops on a leafless twig They glisten and swing fast in morning air Suddenly strikes a gust of wind quite big Robbed of dew drops the twig trembles in fear A neighbour comes and says the poor woman Run over by a car last night expired I looked at the dry branch of the banyan A lonely cage sobs on, all dew drops sheared We of course love to travel by blue train Unaware of the black coat that pulls chain ___________________________________ 18/10/2016 For the contest: Words Drowned In Tears Sponsored by Broken Wings