Beached black swan
you
you sand bar crane
ugly ducks pinched bare
and a quack about life
the winds of change
they hold no sway
to paddle-footed monotony
in a monogomous bay
You
share not the fish, noir
fluff thy sleeping down
cackle for what little trust
try turning heads around
yet flapping great the wings
and puffing of false chest
big bird in the alleys shade
peck for ballots and sly profit...
Mother Goose again sleeps alone
Author notes
okay, so I was listening to c-span all day...
A contest entry
- Beached Black Swan by CarolDesjarlais.
875 points, ended October 15, 5 entries
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Comments
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Oh, I caught the image of this in the last lines...puffy birds indeed....
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Curious. 
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