Flying Friends In the Firmament
In the midst of a quiet summer day, while the sun is peeping
And the gentle breeze brushing everything, dancing and passing
Our hero, an ant, seen sweating and puffing, but still climbing
Like a soldier on mission, to the top of a Mulberry tree.
Being a mere working class, under a stern mighty queen
Never achieved anything big, as a slave he still working
Wandering and seeking around, for his daily slice of bread
Finding atop of the homely tree, eyeing a fruit he started.
Quite a brave in his genre, a Hercules in carrying loads
Never knows the meaning of fear, but feared hearing a murmur
It was loud, clear and jumpy, like crushing leaves with vicious teeth
Stopping there with beating heart, looking around spotting drifting leaves.
Dwelling under a lofty leaf, sticking out his antenna
With bulky eyes like a hulk and ton little legs for walking
As a stone watching him, our tiny ant forget to breathe in
The fluffy monster full in green kept watching the six trembling legs.
“Fear not my dear itsy-bitsy friend, fear not
Even in my dreams I never harm, fear not
Me, a caterpillar, the hairy cat, fear not
This spooky look, not for you but for whom I fear
In this monstrous body, there lies a kind heart
A heart so lonely, longing for a pally heart
For you my golden line of friendship I extend
Fear not and hug me, be my bro forever.”
Shuffling legs the cute caterpillar, crawling to the tree top
Bringing ripe mulberry fruit for the ant in lickety-split
Seeing sweet bulky fruit and the lovely pleasing bosom friend
In teary eyes and cheering antennas, started their friendly bond.
Days and nights crawling away, their friendship get sticky and strong
Playing teasing all around, hide and seek and spying blue
Playing out day and night, together they eat together sleep
Days and nights crawling away, their friendship get sticky and strong.
Like a cute eating machine the hairy cat munching a lot
Growing tummy, swelling body, plump and chubby stopping not
Worrying if his friend will burst or fly away like a balloon
The little ant kept on warning but he never heard his song.
Tempting luster green leaves, running with a watery mouth
Till his plate clear and empty, defying friend and eating lot
One day, he felt sick and dizzy, sleepy and an aching stomach
Without even a goodnight wish, made a hut and went to sleep.
The lonely ant daily went looking for his waking friend
In his hut the hairy cat kept on sleeping like a dead
Days and night crawling away, the desolate ant worrying much
Calling, crying, knocking hut, never he stir nor open the door.
Another day our hapless ant seeing the hut torn and marred
Crying searching everywhere he never saw not a soul
With wailing eyes sobbing lips kept on searching for his friend
Fluttering wings, jetting sound feeling behind, he got afraid.
"Fear not my dear itsy-bitsy friend, fear not
Even in my dreams I never harm, fear not
I'm your lost friend, the hairy cat, fear not
On to the sleep, grown with wings, I came out.
Pray climb on me and hold me tight, I'll fly
Carrying you, I'll fly to the heaven high
Showing you the world around, we will fly
Don't ever worry, I'm your friend, let us fly."
With a stalling heart but flying joy mounted on his friend
Holding tight beneath the fluttering wings he saw the world
Leaping from flower to flower, red, yellow, blue and white
Drinking fragrance and sickly-sweet honey they fly around.
Greenish meadows, flying birds and dancing flowers all below
Golden sunlight making pearls in winding sparkling rivers
Wonder and joy sharing two flying friends in the firmament
With bounding love, friendship soaring, high and tall till the end.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT V any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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