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CBSE Affiliation No. 1031254

A Muted Scream

Author: Mridul Jain, Class VII B

He hops and jumps from tree to tree,

In his pads of furry white,

And from his great, high place he can see

The stars which fill the night.

 

At dawn, he greets the sunrise true

And dances free in fire trails,

He wants to lie in fields of grass and dew

But instead gets pierced with iron nails.

 

In bushes, and shrubs he carefully makes

An escape from those savage hounds,

He hides in ferns and brakes

But instead gets smashed in bullet rounds.

 

The tribal chief, he sits back in the chair

Takes his time with the cigar,

He pauses to think through this affair

And catches that bunny from afar.

 

When midnight comes, the shepherd’s dogs

Hunt and track him to his den,

They fright and shout and laugh these hogs

For a piece of meat, from their grinning men.

 

When he stays, they decide to wait on his track

Headman sets the strongest one loose,

His scrawny nose turned dark black

He bravely leaps up the noose.

 

Next dawn, he silently hears

The cries and shouts of his dears,

This morning, he was lonely at his hole

Dancing from pole to pole.

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