Onyekachukwu Vincent Onyeche

(4th October / Asaba, Nigeria)

House Of Birds


In the house of birds
A duck might be a duke
Married into
But I am born into
By blood

Weather peacock or turkey
Inherent, I am a Queen
Who pumps out vigorously
And step confidently:
Her Royal majesty the Queen.

Not always primed by hanger
Radial outwardly
It carries me along
So I do; that the Queen does
Without it, big bird would be naked.

On my behind
It is tail feathers many
Spread out in a hanging mosaic
All feel my mirth
Yet they are scared of me

You are too fill of pride
Excuses; while not read the sign?
When my wings touches the ground
It simply says:
The House of Birds is also humble.

Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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