Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Fowl (A Poem)

Gracefully he moves
with his long legs
peking at seeds
his beautiful feathers
multicoloured beautiful
Proud as he is
moves about with pride
bold as he is
like a king he is
with a red crown
And lo! It rains
Oh! look at him now
his crown is down
his feathers are down
and his pride too down

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