Flight of the Macaw - A Poem

Who knows who the winner will be?
(Neither you nor me!
Unless, of course, you skip to the end,
But that means that the rules you will bend...)
"In comes I, the bravest bird,
(Though sometimes, my vision can be blurred...)"
Says the bald eagle to the rest,
"No, clearly, I am the best!
Just look at my feathers, white as snow!"
The swan cries, her wings low.
"My dear, you haven't a chance,
For we are a flock, with beaks like lances!"
The hummingbirds cry,
(Though it is unknown if they lie!)
"Well, you'll all very see,
It's neither you or me,
Not the eagle,
Not the swan,
Not the hummingbird,
Not even the falcon!"
Says the kestrel, beak high,
She holds it up to the sky.
"It is not the owl,
The hawk,
The cockatiel,
The sparrow,
Or even you.
It is one,
The only,
It is THE one,
THE only..."
And then, in a flourish of colour,
In comes the macaw.
"MACAW!" the kestrel screeches.
Category:Poems