Once offered a choice,
a stranger for a mother,
I have a pother bird's voice
My birth-father an eagle confused;
I have no fuss just, cowering.
This lowering is not stifle refused.
An eagle by the eyeful bemused.
I left home a long time
without a bother.
Drabbed in sack-cloth
weary of scouring pastimes,
Sick and tired of this strange
black cloak.
Wearing me out
this heavy smock;
Jeers and laughter
on the dry-dock.
Now again, orphaned,
back home now a dingy spotter.
A rebellious fox,
I chose a stranger for a mother.
An eagle-like bird spirit soaring;
having no time to ponder.
Now home in a pine box;
caressing face of thunder.
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