Meenas PoemsCrows and birds used to gather
crowing and cackling in the morn
making the day bright and gay.
Along with the sun rising high
they come out of their nest.
roaming in the early morning sky
with an aim in mind steady
looking for baits in the garden
collecting them all in leisure
storing them for their little ones
getting the most for the day
feeling that would be enough
satisfied and contented they 
fly back
never bearing the intention to hoard
that being peculiar to the human race.
The golden brown labarador Jeff
came as a small pup to our family
one and half decade ago in a huff.
He was friendly and unfriendly all in one
cordial with the family and rough with strangers
playing amicably now, then barking in a gruff tone.
Jeff grew tall and strong and became a terror.
The neighbourhood hailed as a “Terrible”
as its roar sent down the spine a shiver.
My children went to distant lands
leaving Jeff to us father and mother
and the three of us remained a happy band.
A few years later my husband had to move
while Jeff and I had to live in the family home
with nothing much to keep us in the groove.
As things were getting ahead in normal pace
I had to shift and join my husband
giving Jeff a lot of loneliness and lot of space.
Jeff was in the care of the servants
Unable to bear the separation
it took ill and became defiant.
.
We rushed back home in a hurry
Jeff was lying down with eyes closed.
Seeing us he Wagged his tail and smiled faintly.
We knew Jeff was in his death bed.
Next morn a fleet of crows sat around him
crowing hoarsely signalling the end in a trend.
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