This morning I am happy,

Don’t know why, but happy,

This warm feeling in my chest

I sipped my coffee hoping for the best.

I went to the balcony, looking at the sun,

Rising from behind the clouds, the sun,

Red with heat, in the morning glow,

Why was I happy? Now I came to know.

The wind was blowing, as if whispering

And I saw a bird fly; it was a different herring,

Red feathers with a metallic shine,

Accompanied by a blue-feathered line,

Its golden beak and gleaming eyes,

Cheerful, I saw, in the way it flies..

Suddenly the cheer died to sorrow

I came to know, for the bird, there was no tomorrow.

I saw as it fell down, in the hands

Of a petty poacher, a clearing where he stands.

Smeared with blood, he had a cruel grin

I felt the sounds died, off the morning din.

Why do we kill, and do not feel guilty?

 Why is Blood Better than Beauty?