There she is
Miss Meghan Thew
Traipsing through
Our little zoo.
With eyes of brown
And auburn hair
Whistling she is
Without a care
Waltzing by
With long, long legs
Glancing at
My darling eggs
Mocking me
With her blithe smile
Grinning like a crocodile.
I wonder what she’s thinking
As she saunters by
I wonder if she’s wishing
Wishing she could fly
Does she wish to have my wings
Green with a touch of maroon?
Does she wish that she could fly
Up towards the crescent moon?
Does she wish to be less tall?
Does she wish to be more thin?
Does she wish when she grows old
She’s without a double chin?
Wondering, wishing, thinking she is
Dreaming with much delight
Dreaming that one day she might
Take off into flight
Wishing, hoping, someday, somehow
That she soon may be
A beautiful, lovely, vocal bird
A beautiful macaw like me?
***Dreams truly are the most vivid when you are young and have a crazy imagination. I dreamed of alligators and zoos, strange creatures and magic. Some became stories. Some games. Some poetry. We tend to lose some of that magic as adults, so I chose to submit poems from my teenage years.
About the Creator
Meghan Thew
Fantasy writer. Creator of nonsense. Animal lover. Occasional Poet. Dabbler in painting. Only truly myself when being creative.
I've been creating stories my whole life, and with Vocal's help, hope to share with a wider audience. Thank you.
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