Life-As we know it

We lived on a tree

Not too many

In a small house

Four feet by four.

Housed four

In a family of ten

Each with parents

And a brother and sister.

The tree big

The leaves broad

The house wide

For the small four.

We lived happily

Seeing our parents

Learning from them

Ways of life eagerly.

We knew no pain

No sorrow, no hurdle

Only joy, happiness

And the desire to fly.

We were young

Strong and growing

And together we sung

At night with joy.

The world was big

And called us forth

We flapped our wings

But could not, we were still young.

We called our parents

Hungry and in need

Father popped his head in

And gave us mouthful.

We were happy

The nest was cosy

Our parents warm

And the world kind.

We knew not dangers

We knew not mishaps

We knew not death

But life who were our parents.

We lived in a big world

With big dreams

To fly high

Touching the wide sky.

The tiny eyes

Saw the sky

Saw the birds

Who went by everyday.

New faces

New voices

New stories

We learnt everyday.

Of luck

Of hope

Of dreams

Of death.

We were not perturbed

Protected under the shield

The parents held

Of strength and love.

The tree grew bigger

We grew stronger

Flapping our wings

Ready to face the call.

Few days were left

We had to take off

In a journey

Far wide for big experience.

Our blood warm

Youth strong

Excitement unnerving

To step into a world so big.

The day dawned

Bright and clear

We stood near

Wishing luck.

Something above

Big and dark

As heavy dark clouds

Blocked sunlight off our face.

We felt cold

We felt scared

Strange and nervous

About this feeling we’ve never had.

The shrieks got louder

Cousins flew out

Parents leading the way

And we followed.

Sweet home

Torn to pieces

By black ravens

Scaring us away.

They followed afar

Killing a few

The rest escaping

The jaws of death.

We were lucky

Said a few

We disagreed

Having reached a safer place.

Danger over

Peace restored

We made this tree

Our new abode.

We thought again

The words heard

The stories told

By unseen friends.

Of luck

Of hope

Of dreams

Of death.

And we knew

We were not lucky

By luck

Which gave us death.

We could say lucky

By escaping death

And starting afresh

And were lucky to be alive and call that luck.

And this tree

Made our home

Peaceful and safe

For the young ones to fly and play.