Chapter 2 …Solitude and MCS (Misfit Consultancy Services)
The little stork with a straight neck,
Awoke at noon ; for his tiny morsel.
To his plight , found he; the nest a wreck.
Looked around ; in utter disbelief, as far as his eyes could tell.
Miss he did; so forth,
His mother’s bosom, so warm; often would he choke,
And the pipe’s dense smoke.
Come dusk ; up went his gaze,
Saw he ; amidst a sea of red,
A flock going swiftly down south,
Rose did another; to add to the routh.
The sky doth seem like a maze.
Bewildered waits he; with hunger’s pang,
Counted the lights , and went to his scattered bed.
Reminiscing; how to put him to sleep , his mother sang.
Awoke next day did he; not to dawn’s first light,
But to the cicadas’ hue and cry.
Picked up ; his feeble frame, with all his might.
Starved still with no respite, face gone wry.
A gale shook the foliage; dense,
Fall amidst the nest’s twigs; a caterpillar.
Saw he, as it did twitch; his beak watering with anticipation immense.
Clenched it within his tiny grasp,
And to gobble it, he did try.
Pushed hard with his torso; but his neck didn’t bend.
Puzzled and appalled, he let out a cry.
To the bloodthirsty crows; a signal it did send.
Swooped down, a stream of black.
His petty legs gave away in fear.
Just as he felt his life wane,
Through the black; came a lion without a mane.
Every crow did cower; none would come a fathom near.
His face radiant and beneath the sun, a silhouette large,
Through the dense branches,
With much ado; he finally did barge.
“Fear not young one “, said he with a smile.
His voice; thought the little stork,
Sounded sore and a bit senile.
“I’ve come to take you to, for your likes; a sanctuary.
We work to aid misfits all over,
For I am , M.D of Misfit Consultancy Services.
Should have seen me, on the latest JUNGLE TODAY ‘s cover.”
------------to be continued-----------R.Ajay.Kumar
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