SHE FED HIM MANGOES:

While sitting upon her summer veranda,

She saw him tumbling from lilac jacaranda,

In tumble of feathers, he lay prone & heaving,

Rushing to his side, he was barely now breathing.

 

She then lifted the raven, in her soft gentle hands,

Blowing away from his feathers, blood & grit sand,

Straightening bent wing & stroking his ebony head,

She kissed his small beak & then gave him soft bed.

 

She fed him on mangoes from a juicy kissed finger,

Tasting of Indian sunsets, in flavours that lingered,

Each day he grew stronger & remembered his song,

Trilling his gratitude, into sweet evenings so long.

 

The day finally dawned, when up & away he flew,

Into those beckoning far skies, so cloudless & blue,

But wherever he flies, wanders & wherever he goes,

He never forgets, that once, she fed him on mangoes.