Imagine Us There, Lily

Imagine us there... in the yonder snowy forests,
I sent you the picture.
Had stopped my scooter today morning
Travelling to work
On the foggy forlorn road.
Imagine us
In the deep snow, hunting
A dare, a fox ,or a fowl.

You don't know, my great-grandpa had been a famous snow-hunter.
Many a wintery night
Grandpa narrated scary adventures 
Of his dead (tall, long haired, broad chested fearless) father;
Often in first person, and at times in third person.
"Once, we hunted a hairy, grown big lion.
It was a snowy early morning, he was sleeping in his den:
I threw at him a few pebbles from some distance,
Hiding behind a rock.
The lion woke up ,stretched his long body and sturdy limbs;
Dusted his big head, 
Walked outside and jumped across the frozen brook but
I heard a cracking sound and saw a flash
Struck his body
And ah! How the hefty unnerving creature--
fell like a bow had hit a bird in its fly!"

Addressed to Lily Swarn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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