CHICKEN WITH HAWKS

A wondering bird falls down.
Its wings couldn't keep it up,
It is lost.
Falling a midst hawks.
Wait,It's a chicken..
Chicks don't fly but it does.
May be it's one of a kind.
Looking for others of its kind.

They look at her, she looks not like them,
She is shy, may be like some of them,
She smiles, they frown.
She says "Hi?" They respond
They want to  hear more and so does she,
More she tells them,
Around her they slowly gather,

To embrace her they would rather.

Nature is their mother,
Talent, yes little of it they know they have, is their father,
She is not one of them, but they connect.
They embrace.....it takes a while. 
They are one now.

A chicken among hawks,
Friends, may be family....of poets.

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