Waiting for Culinary Wonders

 She was Raththi, black and white

 A loving grandmother to the kids

 She would always play with them

 Running hither and thither in the lawn

 A milky spring of endearing affection,

 She definitely was.

 

 As time passed by,

 the infirmities of old age enveloped her life

 So, in one cold evening,

 when even the sky was heavy with dark clouds,

 blackened like charcoal,

 a belching vehicle came   

 A brisk gale had the trees shuddering wildly

 The cowbell around her neck was untied

 She nodded her head quite tremulously

 Raththi was loaded to the truck

 Which then hurried off in a flash

 while the beady eyes of the kids

 were floating in a pool of tears.

 

 She was dumped in a gloomy, wired hut

 It was then the morning

 A big, gaudy man clad in black appeared

 A picture of a monster was glaring in his shirt

 He cackled with delight

 muttering, "good gracious".

 "Bhaaaaha", her long, loud yelling

 Could be heard well over miles away

 with a repellently repetitive echo

 Paws were stretched, but in vain

 All of a sudden, there was a fountain of bloodshed

 as the flesh hungry chopper

 pierced through her body

 Her limbs, still intact,

 were throbbing frantically

 Thus, the scream ended with an abrupt sigh!

 

 Blood staining from huge flesh slices

 laid on stalls with different labels,

 "1 kg – Rs. 200", "1 kg – Rs. 250", and "1 kg – Rs. 300"

 It was the share of her heart

 that was quoted the highest price

 Waiting for culinary wonders

 Skinned flesh cords, curdled with blood

 hanging down from the reddish grey rack

 Yes, the innocent Raththi was all over the stalls!