A Childhood Tale

It was a long time ago

When there was no dates and nobody cared about time

There was no particular language

And the mortals relied on the chime!

 

Landscape was the only thing considered beautiful

Trees showed supremacy and the birds hovered high

Humans were still not evolved

As a result of which there was never a “why.”

 

Besides the serene beautiful river

Lived kangaroos and bears, giraffes & deer

Amidst the muddy clay and sweeping terrains,

They remained jovial & shared their cheers.

Conifers projected high into the sky;

Trees closing upon them like a perfect home:

Parrots and looms, swifts & woodpeckers occupying various berths.

The perennial sound of buzzing and whirring creating an impenetrable dome

 

Fairs were organized occasionally;

Some danced and others hopped forward and across:

Tortoise, flies, beetles, ants, bats, and rhino.

Basically, it was all a chaos!

Among the most loved

Was a father-son duo of bears.

The son always carried a wild Rosid

In the memory of its mother.

 

The little one perched on its father’s shoulders

Was a common sight to behold.

Roaming around the clearings and wild

They entertained everyone & the downhearted were condoled.

 

It was another such day, the pandemonium at its peak.

When the little bear stole away in unbounded glee,

Little aware of the fact that it was to be its last spree.

Meanwhile, the father heard a distant cry of a banshee.

 

Trusting his instincts,

The father launched into a run,

Joined by others.

They searched, with an ebbing hope, all day long.

 

Reaching the place they called a home

He tried to put his fears on hold

The eerie silence around

Seemed quite distant & cold.

 

A wild Rosid lay where his child should have been

Hunting had (finally) begun

After all, they were mere 'animals'

And the 'humans' had just 'evolved'.