What Penguins Teach Us
She stood there looking forward - the eyes there piercing
Her wing broken, unable to be moved, torn, feathers adrift
She held there under her -- her egg, comforting her unborn
Of all the things that could happen, at this time -- this hurt
The wing broken, grew painful in the wind, standing resolute
The rain and clouds were beckoning over the hill top
This was when she felt the first drop, and then the second
Thinking it was rain, thinking the storm was to come
It was not until later, that she felt of it, that she understood
It was the tear drop of her true love, comforting her, keeping her warm.
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