SWOOSH!

The eagle flew
High in the clouds.
Spotting the village,
It sharp-eyed the residents.
As the clock chimed,
Its eyes became bright.

The poor hen
Was gathering her chicks.
From the cliff,
I saw it all.
The eagale descended
Its heavy wings swooshing.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

In panic, the chicks scattered
The hen became confused
It danced helplessly to the music
Of the swooshing wings.
The red-eyed eagle,
Razing with urge
Of stealing the chicks
Took all the chicks
And ascended to the sky.

Mother hen mourned
For her beloved chicks
She became helpless,
Sharing cups with loneliness
As cold tormented the hen's body.
And the nostalgic horror,
Played in her mind's theatre.

At dawn,
The eagle came back.
Mother hen wondered
If it came for her.
Preparing to plead,
The eagle dropped the chicks.
They were all safe
But differently coloured.
The colour resembled to the eagle
Even the accent!

Mother hen moaned,
Not for losing her chicks
But for her chick's insanity.
From the cliff, I stared
Anger burnt inside me
Like a tattered rag.
Unknowingly, I offered a prayer
Though a short one.
"Lord, please forgive this generation."
At long last, we lost our traditions!