Speaking of Indians and their ancient wise culture,
I read one hundred books of narrative nature.
Yet one was truly amazing, the Indians wrote long ago.
It told an interesting story about a deer, a bear an' a vulture.
The vulture's name was Bucky, and he was young and powerful,
And like all male birds in a forest, good looking and colorful.
The bear was smart and wise, his name was never told.
With grey hair on his temples, a sign of getting old.
The deer was young and pretty, her name was Mary Sue.
She claimed she's sharp and witty, and knew just what to do.
But she was known for the opposite, as ditzy as they may come.
A living proof that: age is wisdom, not just a mathematical sum.
Mary Sue spotted the bear reading below a shady oak tree.
She ran around in circles, making sure that he can see:
The piercing in her naval, the implants in her breasts,
And the butterfly tattoo nine inches down her knee.
The bear moved his head, as slow as old bears do.
He couldn't just ignore the presence of Mary Sue.
She said “hello there sweetheart, why are you here alone?
You look so sad and lonely; you look bored to the deepest bone!”
He said “I am tired of working, an' I hardly ever sleep.
I have a business going an' a cub to raise and keep”.
She said “I know what you're saying, but life is not just work.
I heard your heart was broken an' I know that love cuts deep”.
“Love is just a luxury”, he said, “not every bear can afford.
It's an overrated virtue, a guitar with a missing chord.
My heart is safe and sound, an 'am feeling really great.
You're single and you're looking or so I've been told?”
Mary Sue gave a brief giggle as seductive as can be.
“I am here, I am single, I am happy your eyes can see.
I'm seeking instant karma; I am looking for eternal love.
How about going to the local pub to sing and dance with me?
I am a deer with free fresh spirit. I am Lonely, and life is short.
I wish we'd get closer. We have our differences to sort.
There's one thing I wish you'd do though, without asking how or why;
I wish you'd grow two wings, then teach me how to fly”.
The bear looked with apathy in the eyes of Mary Sue.
“You can always dream of flying, yet know it won't come true.
It takes more than wings to fly across the sky.
It takes more than a cold heartless dawn to form the drops of dew”.
Yet, while the bear was struggling with his weary mind,
Bucky the vulture, rushed flying like lightning from behind.
“Lovely chap this Bucky, he flies far and by.
I wonder why didn't nature teach bears how to fly!”
The moment Bucky saw Mary Sue, his heart throbbed with a rambling sound.
“I love her”, said young Bucky as he fixed his claws to the ground.
“Do you mind if I woo her bear, O bear so great and wise?
And show her my love plainly, and win this lovely prize?”
The bear looked at Mary Sue; he saw it in her eyes.
She was flattered by Bucky's interest beyond any disguise.
The bear said “O vulture, I know not what to say.
You can ask the pretty lady, I am sure you'll find a way”.
“She's unaware of vultures and what they mean by love.
She thinks that life is as harmless as the shinning stars above.
She doesn't know that in your eyes she's just a happy meal.
And that the stars are burning masses and the look is never the feel”.
“O bear”, the vulture hissed. “You’re wise beyond your years.
She's pretty and she's ignorant, her heart is free from fears.
I'll woo my tasty prey; it all starts with a kiss.
I'll use my charming looks, her ignorance is my bliss”.
The vulture moved to pursue his well-laid nifty plan.
The bear cried beware as loud as his lungs can.
But Mary Sue said “Relax bear, and stop this awful noise.
I know I can fly, Bucky will teach me, and this is my free choice”.
And as the bear watched in wonder, Bucky snatched Mary Sue.
The bear saw them rising and rising before he even knew.
She laughed, giggled and chuckled then her face went deadly straight.
She moaned, groaned and wailed from the piercing gripping claw.
Bucky looked relentless, he flied far and away.
The deer looked sorry and helpless, regretting this doomful day.
Yet Bucky's wings got weary; he dropped the deer like a stone.
She hit the ground and screamed and broke her every bone.
“It's all a matter of choice, that's what it's all about.
She thought her arms were wings, 'never had the tiniest doubt.
She thought that a perilous vulture would teach her how to fly.
She couldn't sense the danger; she didn't know she'd die”.
The bear looked at the body of the deer he once knew.
He thought it's sad and doleful to any friend or Foe.
He sobbed and cried his eyes out, for the friend he could have had.
“Did she really think she'll make it? Mary Sue was probably mad!”
He asked ten thousand questions about life, death and choice,
But answers came so slowly, wisdom spoke in a silent voice.
He carried her shattered corpse to a dark and lonely grave,
Went back to the shades thinking of the deer he couldn't save.
And in the shadows of his memory, rests her pretty corpse still.
The scene of her shattered body, would give his soul a chill.
The bear grew older and wiser, for he has got to know;
That life is a battle between opposites, for every spirit with a will.
“Those vultures!” Thought the bear, as he stretched in his lonesome bed;
“They know how to treat their hunger, and keep their cold hearts fed.
If only a bear could fly, across the big blue sky,
I would reach out for the stars, Mary Sue wouldn't have died”.
He slept and dreamt he's flying, until the dawn was red!
He dreamt of milk and honey and books he never read.
He dreamt of instant karma and freshly backed bread.
I bet this bear was vegetarian, 'guess this was never said!
A. L. Gomaa© 2005
Speaking of Indians and their ancient wise culture,