(Written for my nephew Rahul )
Looking rather cross, was a hooked beak albatross,
sitting on a rock, atop a hillock,
large wings poised to take off in flight.
Once it thrived in the seas,
diving and fishing in glee
Its beautiful wings spread,
it flew above the tallest trees.
The wicked fox and the wild rat
Like villains in Nature’s green lap
preyed upon its precious eggs.
Man too, was never far behind
He too forgot to be caring and kind .
Now pollution and hunting have taken its toll
An albatross facing extinction can never be droll.