The malicious wilderness is still <br />Like a dead body in icebox <br />Enfolding the life and the lifeless <br />In shrilling cold of a torturous morning <br /> <br />A sense of duty awakens the <br />Dozing mother bird, she leaves <br />Her nestling at once, her slender wings <br />Tearing the fog, like knife through solid cheese <br /> <br />Deadly cold teases the lone chick, <br />A cobra silently slithers towards its nest <br />Scared it squeaks’ a dry whimper <br />A distress call no mother did hear.............ever! ! ! ! ! !<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-alone-11/
