Fear of Frozen Air
By: Gowri Nadmichettu

From now not too far one day
you will hear what the Chukar had to say

and bellow to the moon who could infer
but rather would beg to differ.

(Why such barriers of lingo
Should keep this bond in limbo?)

Since the moon did not budge
the Chukar did rustle her feathers and aim towards
the moonlight that shone upon her beating heart

(Her feathers still ruffle along that path)

And all will be well if the moon
Warms the air all but soon

God forbid the air will freeze

And the Chukar’s song:

a lowly

lonely

wheeze.

Oh dear, from now not too far one day
you will hear what the Chukar had to say.