An Ostrich That I Am

Trust an airborne Ostrich like myself with clean wings as the boar I have seen the lion sing and the songbird roar But I stood in disbelief behold the bald eagles fly Above the firmament’s heights implausibly the bald eagles ply I have seen goats eat fish before nonchalant cats Fried fish for goats and cats rummage for grass Trust an arboreal Ostrich like myself gripping a branch with my paw I entered Reykjavik’s warmth bolting through Hell’s frozen door Gazing its skyscrapers and esteeming nature The stroke of its furnace just as hot as Hell’s glacier Sweat dripped down my eyes as I flew in fear The reason for the smile is now same for the tear It must be easy for you to believe an Ostrich like myself A tiny Ostrich with a baffled heart almost enormous like an elf Entomb my head in the sand and the funny peril is gone Just like the soul has no mouth but its food is song No different from my egg without doors but a chick entered Same as God tolerant in the beginning but in the end is short-tempered It must be difficult to trust an Ostrich like yourself Men dub your views futile but only you know its wealth Not wings to fly but ask for legs to run and crawl He that advocates peace’s doppelganger starts the brawl How far can you fly through turbulence and pours? Now show them the farthest you can crawl when it rain cats and dogs