Surplus kneels before Survival

She  is  not   a mocking  bird.

Believes in  diligence and independence,

Pecks  on the solitary,marauded ,  broken bone.

Survival is her immediate  necessary instinct,

Winter’s cold rings   still hanging out,

flies  to the other pre-emptied   pinion,

The dried  fallen  neem leaves,

Of  what   use are they now?

The   sturdy bone  moves not

Sticking  on the dried hinges.