Chapter 3……..The Brand
To the M.C.S- H.Q; long was the road.
Through brooks, valleys and many a dune,
arrived at last ; to his new abode.
Magnificent it did seem, beneath the full moon.
A lake to the south, full of life,
kept fresh , by many a rivulet.
Saw he ; a school of piranha with teeth blunt,
Unbeknownst to harm ; with none to hunt,
lived there ; without a trace of strife.
Turn around before he could,
pushed into , near the entrance; a shabby booth,
by the lion without a mane,
as his little flutter went in vain.
Stood before him , stained all over in ink ;
a Woodpecker , with a beak too sharp.
Post a gentle pat said he ; " Be at ease , it'll be over in a wink."
Up went He ; then down , from left to right,
Voice his pain with each peck did he, sounding like a harp.
Past a minute, did end ; his plight.
"It is done, you’re one of us now." said the lion in a baritone,
while all the little stork could still do ; was moan.
Looked he ; into a mirror by the wall ,
Tattooed on his tiny little straight neck;
thanks to the heartless woodpecker's peck ,
in letters Bold , as if to enthral,
was AVES 011.
___To be continued .......R.Ajay.Kumar
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