On a sunny day, near a spring
Timidly, just before dawn time
Emerged a chick over the rime
Leaving an eggshell, wondering
All around, he can see a house,
A spring on this flourishing spring,
A farmyard ringed by a string,
And one self-centered running mouse
The scary night might has come soon
So the chick concocts his shelter ;
Surrounded by warmth, down the moon
None of noises would have matter.
The day after, when waking up
A new neighborhood has spread out
As cows, pigs, sheep who watch that sprout
Akin to ducks of a strange type
But he grew up as a chicken
With unique body and rare wings ;
Other beasts would lead him broken
In the name of fears, using slings.
One day he was too much harassed
His wings gave jolts with intense strength,
Opening them in all their length,
Revealing failures he amassed ;
He didn't know at that moment
The magnificence he was in
As a male swan - its allurement
Only a reflect would show him.
About the Creator
Francis L
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