Twist in the Tale

(Day 22: Thirty day poetry challenge )
Story Style::( Which ending do you like?)

A squirrel once came upon a nut
And grabbed it gladly
The nut had great potential
And could have become a tree

The nut promised
the tree dweller
If you bury me
One day I could feed you
Every single day for free

Squirrel laughed
It's your karma
And he nibbled
The tasty nut in glee
Just then an eagle
swooped the squirrel
from the tree

The nut landed
in a hole dug
By a gardener
to plant a tree

Squirrel pleaded to the eagle
to let him be
After all he was a child
who has not even
explored the next tree

The eagle laughed
and said he will grant
him his wish
I won't eat you
and I will fly you
 to the other tree

Squirrel was overwhelmed
At the eagle's magnanimity
Little did he realise
She planned to feed him
To her children three

Eagle approached the tree
Her sharp eyes caught sight
of a snake heading west
She dropped the squirrel
before the peril
slytherred close to her nest

The nut was glad
That his day was not bad
He escaped certain death

The squirrel was glad
That he was not had
And got a flight for free

The eagle was glad
That she saved her lads
from death dark fangs

The well fed snake had no idea
about the nest
And was simply finding
a place to rest

Each one thank their gods
For a wonderful day
And prayed he would take care
Just like today
....
....
(Alternate ending)
God in turn had no clue
About this roll of dice
He was welcoming
the snake's victim into paradise

(Written by Jibrael Jos )
( Which ending do you like?)

Leaf and the Feather

On the footpath they both met

They wish they had met before
Both had met with a tragic fall
Their egos had taken a toll

One had seen tremendous heights
The other had withstood mighty storms
Both had followed all the rules
They had wanted to break all norms

One had travelled almost everyday
Had seen the world from above
The other's maiden trip was today
having spent all the time looking above

So the leaf asked the feather
Do you miss all your brothers
Well yes said he,
but this fall has taught me
The other side of being free

The feather asked the leaf
Was it great to be a team
which gave us fresh air?
O! exclaimed, she,
I did not know our synthesis
meant so much to thee

But this fall has taught me
The trunk, the branch
were not chains
But nurturers for my sisters and me
Now I am drying and turning brittle
Alas I have seen the world so little

The feather consoled
You did not miss much
The world is messed up as such
People polluting
what they breathe
and what they drink
Garbage piled up to the sky
That every where you go there is a stink

Friends for life
They decided to stay together
But a gust of wind began to unfurl!
Luckily they flew
into the arms of a little girl
Who preserved them both
In the folds of a book
To be immortalised
Now and forever

(Written by Jibrael Jos )

Spooky Tree

Rydhun was a smart boy
as naughty as can be
He made up a story
of a ghost on a tree

He scared the smaller kids
Aged five, four and three
with stories of demons
And dead men walking free

One fine day
the big boys played a prank
they tied a white cloth
On the tree's high branch
When the wind whistled thru it
It was scary sight to watch

Rydhun walked under the tree
with not a fear in the world
When an eerie voice
Made him look up
The waving cloth
Got him all spooked up

He screamed his lungs out
and made a dash for his life
All bravery flushed out
His stories flashed before his eyes
He tripped and fell
Was it a zombie from hell?

Big boys had a laugh
at his expense
There was no real ghost
no real suspense

Days passed by
Rydhun avoided the tree
Haunter became the haunted
Mind was no longer free

Two days later a child fell off
while getting a kite free
Another child got hurt
by chance under the tree

By and by
the legend slowly grew
Stories of zombie sightings
seemed all true

Association took a call,
to cut down the tree.
Tree lovers tried to stall,
but it was not to be

The fateful axe
had a destiny to keep
because after all
children needed to sleep

People gathered to see
the grand old tree
brought down on its knee
supposedly to set some spirits free

Contractor was in luck
He was going to make a fast buck
He rubbed his hands in glee
how dumb could people really be

The woodcutter swung
with a mighty force
But Behold! The tree disappeared
from right under their nose

Jibrael Jos