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Gentle Sammy
At the
highest peak
of a distant mountain
she laid two eggs.
Nesting alone,
She was
A lordly eagless,
Before windstorms
blasted her home,
Tossing away
and bearing far
that egg.
It fall,
after a sky-high trek
on a haystack,
Piled up in a
lavish bustling farm
in a valley
they call "Ignatius"
It was a soggy morn,
Before the sun ascended,
Beaming some warmth.
It was a soggy morn
and farmer "John"
Along with son "Henry"
searched after the storm.
They saw
three crows,
Snooping around
the haystack.
John yelled at Henry:
What is the story
with the crows
my boy?
Henry flashed a smile
and said:
It must be
plenty bloom
of after rain.
No.. no said John.
They must be
after something.
Trust them,
I will not
the crows, my son.
The old farmer
broke down the haystack,
Then, the egg he found.
took the prize
to his worthy den
and loyal hens.
They were laying
countless cells,
Those hens.
It will survive,
It must.
My hatchery,
Its only hope,
He said.
One large red hen,
John named "Samina"
He commended this task.
Heat of her skin
Samina and warmth,
were the traits
of obeisant subservient bird.
After three weeks,
All her eggs
hatched Samina.
They were yellow
delightful chicks,
Save one
deformed brother,
They thought.
Black feathers,
Giant beak,
Be all eyes,
Sharp sight and all.
John named
the creature
"Gentle Sammy"
He was wicked
John,
For Gentle Sammy
Grew up,
Thinking he was a chicken.
He was docile,
Cackling like chickens,
Running in the farm
like chickens.
But he noticed,
After a while,
The length of his wings.
When he stretched them wide,
They were longer
than the human arm.
Once a sunny day,
All birds were outing,
Basking under a morning sun.
Gentle Sammy saw an eagle,
Soaring in the skies.
He froze as he gazed
at that imposing bird.
He stood there,
When others
ran for shelter.
An old hen
named "Rosa"
yelled in his face:
Baq baq baq!!
Hurry up
move back.
Move back to the den
Sammy,
This mighty bird
will eat you,
She warned.
Mesmerized,
He answered:
I wish I could fly
like him.
She yelled back Rosa:
You must be crazy!
You are a chicken.
We folks can't fly.
Come now and hide,
She said.
Sammy went along,
Sammy retreated
to the safety
of a fake shelter.
Every night, though,
He was thinking of
that eagle.
When alone,
He extended his wings,
Flapping them,
A hundred times or more.
One day,
Gentle Sammy mounted
on a shining boulder
by the coast.
He turned right,
He turned left,
He sniffed a gentle air.
Flopping his wings swift,
He jumped,
Gliding in open air.
Sammy flew away,
Soaring high in the sky.
He disappeared.
Beyond that mountain
And far.
Beyond the larger sea.
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Gentle Sammy
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