When the Assyrians came flying at midday <br />With no lethal intensions than unburdening <br />Don the brave was on duty at Picket 22. <br /> <br />Their usual practice was to caste away their load <br />In some desolate moor, ravine or knoll <br />But this day they took the wrong path. <br /> <br />Don was happy that the kites looked large <br />And unusually fast in that warm weather <br />And fancied shooting one of them. <br /> <br />So the bright faced steadfast defender <br />Levelled his arrow upright <br />And shot, one after another. <br /> <br />The Assyrians perhaps failed to notice him <br />For there wasn’t any dropping in fright <br />And they flew away without much ado. <br /> <br />Don’s performance was watched by his skipper <br />Who without wonder pulled him up <br />Asked him to invest the arrows in his maw <br />And stand on the head to fancy another feat.<br /><br />Raveendran N.V.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-vs-fancy/
