stinging of the scorpion

last noon as i was enjoying my lunch
and engrossed in taste, below that table
gently her tail bending, an ugly scorpion stung me!

beast, then walked back a few steps and smiled
even as i suffered with pain so excruciating

friends across the table abundantly sympathized
with me now in stiff soreness, not daring
to bend and kill, or stamp with boot foot
the monster that hurt, earlier, my friend too!

henry victor 22.11.2005

Note: Photograph here is a craft, a creative imagination of Isaac Justin Victor, my eight-year-old grandson!

Mongoose in the Chicken House!

My wife and I woke early in the dawn
By the noise inside
From our chicken house, beside
My mother’s house I, now, own
I did move fast
And my wife too came at last
To see a mongoose enjoying the feast
On our chicken
Now blinded by the laser light
From red eyes of the evil beast
That made me too to hesitate
To pick a stick
To take my revenge on the brute!

Henry Victor 16.11.2007