weaving words
as the weather showed
the sign of likely shower,
cuckoo clambered to nestle
themselves with coos of a cuddle,
young birds shivered with chill
and the mothers huddle,
embracing them with the quill
that's when poets pen started
weaving words about
Nature's drill,
with untimely fiddle
the drizzle turned out to be hell,
with flood gnawing the rill
rivers recoursed to roaring spell,
that unleashed the pestilence
thrown into the perdition.
©prasannakkumar
#MyPenStory
#Weaving words
as the weather showed
the sign of likely shower,
cuckoo clambered to nestle
themselves with coos of a cuddle,
