Crow

You’re black all over

Commonly seen outside houses

Is that how you got your name?

The Indians believe yu have their ancestors’ soul

You fly with grace

You share your food with you clan

You’re kind enough to

Raise Cuckoo’s chicks in your nest as your own!

Then, why don’t the bird-watchers heed you?

Why is none thrilled to look at you?

Why is none amazed to hear your caws?

Why would none like to write poems on you?

Poets write on Hawks and Ibis, not you

Some write on Robins and Kites, but you

Is it ‘cause you are soot black?

… or, are they racists?

Oh dear Crow!

Here I’m writing the first poem on you

Be happy…

you are not forgotten!

Dry Leaf

Dark brown in colour

Running veins all over

You amaze me!

Lovingly you care for us

Even though we pick

And burn you to ashes.

Forever we are indebted to you!

Spider

You spin your waxy, wobbly web

Shiny, sparkling and steadfast

As strong as solid steel.

When I touched it once,

It was sticky as well

Poisonous – some of you are.

But, only to your prey.

Once I felt sorry for a fly

that was caught in your trap.

But, that’s life – isn’t it?

A Black Widow – one of your clan

spins a 3D web, I heard today,

to catch her walking and flying prey.

What a name! I wonder.

Did she lose her dark husband?

My love for you started

When I first read ‘Charlotte’s web’

What a supreme sacrifice you did!

I had tears roll down my cheeks

Unto this day, I remember.

I find you everywhere -

Walls, trees, kitchenware!

You are one of nature’s myriad creations

Spider Oh! Spider

You simply fascinate me!