Birds fly together
from hither to thither
rustling their lovely feathers
on pursuit of a lively gather
they go about searching rather
taking flight a little slower
gaining in height much faster
rounding in the skies longer
descending much later
eyeing the bait down nether
devouring them in leisure
fly to a place farther
hunting for a prey greater
soaring up further
returning an hour after
where their young ones eager
wait for their fly back altogether
expecting a wholesome dinner.
Tag: Bait
The sarcasm in words
go beyond the measure
almost said with a prick
at the appropriate time quick
pierces through the heart
This being almost unsought
and carrying much of bad taste
with thoughts unchaste
meant to destroy the peace
aimed to contaminate the ease
subjecting the mind to suffer
That be the aim of the speaker straight
who conveniently drops words with a bait
pulling along with the words a chain
intertwined with venom all to gain.
A Bait
A little worm in the hook of a fishing net,
Acts us a firm secure bet,
Clinging and cringing it tempts ,
The fish to make longing attempts,
Thrilled to see the tiny bait
It jumps unknowingly in an ecstatic trait.
Up ,up it shoots with a vigour,
Clambering to hold the trigger,
The worm dances and dangles,
Oscillating in various angles,
The fish makes a somersault,
Dashes over and above without a fault.
The lovely rush through the water,
Holds us in a quick monitor,
While the palpitations rage high,
We sadly perceive with a sigh,
The fish being hauled by the hook,
Of the fisherman along the brook .