a Hunter

'Tis a warm sunny day, the monsoon gave up.
The world looks and smells like freshly paint'd up.
I was watching how slowly the snail walks
And the silver drop drips from the leaves n' stalks;

The dragon flies with their frail wings
And the orphan'd cuckoo that sings;
The color'd frescoes on the butterfly
And the fragrant flowers that make me high.

Basking in the sun, I was sulking around
When, in a juffy, passed a blurry brown.
A prey was hunted, I heard a bone snap.
It was a kite, I found, following its flap.

It was a sunny day that monsoon gave up.
The world look'd n' smell'd like freshly painted up.
But hunger, hunter and hunted are restless still!
Basking in the sun, I shudder'd a li'l.

Raven
& Teddy Bear