The malicious wilderness is still br Like a dead body in icebox br Enfolding the life and the lifeless br In shrilling cold of a torturous morning br br A sense of duty awakens the br Dozing mother bird, she leaves br Her nestling at once, her slender wings br Tearing the fog, like knife through solid cheese br br Deadly cold teases the lone chick, br A cobra silently slithers towards its nest br Scared it squeaks’ a dry whimper br A distress call no mother did hear.............