Golden Raven
I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew back home.
A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout,
“One I took, three with you!”
Still her rage in frenzy mood,
Crowd is fanning flames to grow,
In my nest it shine and rest,
Golden bangle shining lust.
Then I went back looking around,
To watch the jokers in a run,
But my eyes in surprise hunt,
The bustle of hut in deep slumber.
Oh! Again this gold will turn,
me a golden king of crows.
Another bangle on the rock,
I took it and flew back home.
What a foolish bird I’m,
Fallen on their tricky trap.
They found my nest and climbed up tree,
My two bangles went with them.
Second Place in I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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