Surroundings-52
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Indira Renganathan
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Watching
Swooped diving on to a leaf
With a bit of meat in his beaks
Perched and seated comfortably
Mane-eyed he looked downwardly
Left and right twice or thrice
His usual habit of hosting...
Up with his neck so majestically
He crowed for his friends "caw, caw"
Just not the story-way as you expect now
But cleverly securing his meat between his claws
For several times caw-cawed
Until a pigeon came too closer
Frightened the crow flew away
Missing his meat
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