BROKEN WING

 

I warned her afore,

Of the friends that she makes,

And I did even more,

Of her fanciful rakes.

That sacrilege be to lore,

And knowledge be bereft,

Ignorance is the harbour,

Unto which she cleft.

Off and away she flew,

To her rake undefiled,

Back she came all anew,

With her wits well beguiled.

For her feathers were shed,

And her pride painted red,

Returned her with peg leg,

In her knees for to beg.

#El_Magnifico™

[[Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine (Issue 50)"]]