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The Helpless

Nature helps the helpless.

The night was dark and silent.
There was no noise high or low
The owl was hooting like a tyrant.
The flying bats caused a terrific blow.
Perched on the window sill the dove was quiet.
Any untoward move would bring danger.
It kept to itself in the cloudless night
perceiving a serious risk from the stranger.
The night grew darker still.
The hooting became unbeatable till
a fearful wind came with a force
disturbing the owl to take a course.
The owl made its way to a far off place
The bats halted their frantic pace.
The lonely dove then rested in peace. dove

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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