Once upon a time long ago
There was a folk of geese,
Living on a tall tree in the forest
Their life was full of peace.
But once when they were out
A hunter quietly spread a net,
On their tall tree secretly
They didn't know about this, I bet.
The geese came back home
In the evening to their tree,
But Alas! They were all caught
And were struggling hard to be free.
They all knew that the hunter
Will soon come back there,
He will catch them and then...
Something they surely need to prepare.
So the panic was not helpful
The geese soon realised,
They thought of something calmly
Before the hunter could arrive.
When the hunter climbed the tree
Feeling victorious to see them caught,
He saw the birds sleeping peacefully
"What happened?" He deeply thought.
He checked them and observed
His grief was above his head,
To get to know that the birds were
Not breathing and were surely dead.
He threw them down from the tree
To clean his net from the deads,
But suddenly when he was all done
His eyes went a mix of reds.
His agony was unpredictable
To see that those geese,
Started flying all together
His lungs left all the breeze.
The geese decided to pretend
To be dead and of no use,
So the hunter will leave them
It was an idea of a wise goose.
They chose to be united
To get out of the problem,
We should also work together
If a similar situation ever comes.
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The Ballads Of The Jungle
PoetryHey, it's me the Sun here 🌞. Who has always been watching everything in this world 🌍. But today I have dropped here to narrate the very best and counted stories of the jungle(forest) 🌄 to you. Come along with me if you want to have a sneak peek i...
