rouge winds blew by a big tree
leaving leaves untouched-
playing hide and seek near the bark
flickering silver at sundown.
where an exhausted bird lay still
in its worn out nest waiting
for her tiny ones to emerge
by cracking the eggshells.
no shadows of prey are seen
over the spread of nude branches.
in a non-descriptive alley-
time waited for moon to emerge
which has shrouded itself
in an uncalled for vow of hush.
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