Grisly Hyena Chasing Grotesque Red-Breast Robin

Passing by hallways, flying above corridors, leaping over gargantuan lounges, hovering above edified passages; the only thing seized Red-Breast’s breath was the picturesque Eyrie. It was never there…perchance, or it was, maybe, those fuzzy shades of colorless ignorance that never allowed the very sight to get it perceivable. What so special about this eerie Eyrie? Red-breast Robin thought to contrive its surge. No! Who cares about some darn headlong feelings? Robin continued flying. Never gave a thought to any intangible emotion or so called surge to pursue the inner so swiftly. Poignant feelings are often distasteful, they say. These feelings can never be assuaged, no matter how forcefully one tries to subdue the intensity. Robin turned back –What so special about this eerie Eyrie?

Perennial attractions had already magnetized the feathers; Red-breast was now full with striking pulses. How could they be so strong to hold wings static? Set it free! Set it free! Let it go!

Closed eyes, little beak had nothing but fading supplications. Surges deepened, pulses awakened, breaths choked, air strangled, eyes bulged out, red strings danced vehemently in veins, claws stiffened, expressions frozen, every petty sign was moving towards quietude except those dancing red strings, which had perhaps decided to bring about an avalanche. However, no snow was visible, but yes in one place it showed up –on forehead. Like dust of years, like changing dates in calendar. Set it free! Set it free! Let it go!

Red-breast Robin failed to notice; when it was relishing unsurpassed pleasure to plunge, a hyena was constantly chasing it. Now eerie Eyrie and grisly Hyena merged, red strings danced more vehemently and this time supplications found an outlet to ooze out rapidly. Seized, static –captured. Picturesque to grotesque, it was not a long journey. How it started and escalated, lips are zipped. From iridescent sparkles, gleaming shine and luminous glows to siege on movement is many times irreversible. Wings tend to back off; try hard to break free, but seemingly feathers got weakened to support the muscles. Imaging, realizing, of course, alter scenarios but realistic realization, somehow, takes hold over false apprehensions.

It could be like falling down from brim of a crag or facing any apprehensive situation or standing amid murky and foggy jungle or wandering in deserted land or trying to quench thirst while seeing only cactus all around or risking life to satiate hunger while facing the devastating famine or struggling to remain warm with frost all around or making strives against winds.

Red-breast Robin had known the hyena for a long time, maybe, it never saw chasing. Eyrie made Robin to stand for a while and this was all hyena needed to get visible. No! Who cares about some darn headlong feelings, though?