all for one

meek and mild in the cage laid
like won't hurt a fly, even if freedom's paid
feathers clung to body, though dry and velvety.
 /isn't worth the stress, flapping feathers make noise
 /as pecking order tampers with choice.




footsteps on the loose moist sand,
loud and impounding like an advancing band,
to the cage to seek space for a rookie.
 /rebelious sounds though raised, master's mind is made up
 /to raise more till debt's paid up.



never knew the wind carried strength,
'cos he rose higher with each breath,
feathers dead sprang like the porcupine spines.
 /can't miss out from this life tale
 /cos the entrant is female.



pride to the wind, honour was the theme
of the contest for the creme de la creme
even the frail grew to equal the strong
 /lose the game, roll in shame
 /only one wins, others their failure tame.