Approach of Migration

Like a bird who couldn’t dare to soar high,

Her friends flew early leaving her to lament and sigh.

Now she sat brooding which path to follow ,

Journeying alone a bitter pill to swallow.

It was turning cold and difficult to survive,

So she once more her spirits revive.

Taking a giant leap,

In the valley deep.

She had been choking cold,

But her heart was bold.

So she struggled all along,

Reaching other side of sea strong.

She knew hearts have deranged,

Among friends of feather she felt estranged.

Not knowing if she could last,

Against all odds fighting this winter blast.

Even worst situation lay at hand

She knew what she couldn’t stand

Her heart began to faintly throb,

But she let none her glory rob.

They slowly plucked her feathers,

Made her a victim of cold weather.

And there she frozen lay,

Under heaps of clay .