THE SAVANNA
Savanna, the African meadow,
Where come for food herbivores and carnivores,
Where come for a safari, we omnivores.
And Savanna, like a king rich and caring,
Never lets anyone return complaining.
Savanna, the African meadow
Where graze zebras and gazelles
Where hunt lions for gazellles.
Savanna, a bane and a boon
For it is where gazelles eat and are eaten.
Savanna, the African meadow
With its yellowing grass, offers camouflage
To lions who use this advantage
To hunt food,
To fill their stomachs good.
Savanna, the African meadow
Where lionesse spot their prey
And stealthily edge towards their prey
And spring into action
Chasing it down and killing it, all in a fraction.
Everything is done.
It is over,
The surge of adrenaline, the fight to live
In which win you must to live.
THE SPIDER
She is an animal that most people fear
and hate.
She sits on a nearby crate, waiting for her mate.
She is brown with eight long thin legs,
and will some day lay eggs.
I watched as she became a provider
building a web for an outsider.
The strong silk threads that form the web,
turned heads, and faces red.
Thanks to her, there is no longer a pesty fly,
as it became a hasty but tasty meal.
"Look over there!" Its him, her mate,
it must be fate.
After mating, she may eat him,
it's all in God's plan.
Pleasures of Childhood
I want to be a child
I want to be wild.
I hate being normal
I hate being formal.
I want to be a child
To dance with the rain
To wave at the train
to gaze at the moon
To wish for miracles and boons.
I want to be a child
To cry for ice-creams
To make fantastic dreams
To make petty fights
To be fascinated by heights.
I want to be a child
To hide behind my mother
When angry is my father
To throw stones at my neighbor's "Spark" (A car)
And for my life when his dogs bark.
I want to be a child
To quarrel with my brother
For a beautiful peacock feather
To be afraid of the dark
To run around in the park.
These are the pleasures of childhood
And not adulthood
If you are not a child
And do these things wild
They'll say you are mad
They'll say you are sad,
Because these are the pleasures of childhood
And childhood's pleasures it shall be!!!!