The Flight of The Raptors

Tis the last week of golden October, When the summer season heat took its flight. The bountiful rain set the dust with might, To drizzle again in mid-November. A spell of magic haunts this ancient land. Sailed they, The Raptors, to the cosy south Leaving their icy breeding ground in north To rest their long flight on this festal land. Equipped with their flashes and their fold; Watchers in numbers come to this land called Amur Falcon capital of the world. Who have not seen them numbered in millions They visit this enchanting land to roost Relishing our impatient eyes to boost, Brief is their stay on their soft swift pinions. In complex shapes and euphoric dances, Like a tired sojourner,they dive in To taste the nectar of this fecund inn’ In great numbers like imps with their prances After which, they settle bending the trees To roost before the calm starry night breeze, Sheltered in the wings of this merry land. Clad in their ash grey armoured apparel Like royal warriors on a battle field; The great host came, wave after wave, to tilt The eager folks in asunder to trail Abounding cultures they saw on their way, But the warmth of this land they resist not. Their chirping and twittering is the note Produced to accept our welcome their way. What good tidings and blessings in essence Do these raptors bring forth with their presence? Oneness, Bond of friendship and Unity. Leonard Mozhui