POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Little Duck
**A white angelic dove swooped down from the air, and landed on the soft greenery in front of the lady swan, misses duck, and little chicken by the small pond near a farm.**
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**The chicken was happy, the chicken really liked hanging around with the dove. They matched colors and got along with each other, but she’d always be jealous of one thing—the doves ability to fly. The dove could fly anywhere she desired, and do whatever she could at anytime, while the chicken was stuck in a fenced farm, blacking off the huge world for the little chicken.**
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**The dove went up to the group, and proceeded with their business “do you want to fly to the south with me?” The dove cooed, her voice smooth and music to the chickens ears. “I’ll go with you, I can come!” The chicken purred happily, flapping their wings. The dove looked at them with grimace, and twitched their head. “Not you, I’m talking to lady swan.”**
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**Little chicken’s smile and hiper demeanor slightly broke, and laid off of asking any more for now, letting lady swan speak. But she’d ask little chicken after lady swan, she was sure of it.**
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**Lady swan, a tall black and white swan with a graceful figure that always seemed to impress little chicken, shook her beak. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I prefer the water.” The swan called, drifting back into the pond.**
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**The dove then turned back to the group, now with misses duck, and little chicken, and asked again. “Do you wanna fly to the south with me?”**
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**This made little duck happy again, and it clucked happily “I’ll come with you!” **
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**The dove once more, frowned and eyed the little chicken. “Not you, I was talking to misses duck.”**
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**This upset the little chicken once more, and she gave up, but it only created questions in her head— ****_why didn’t she ask me? Is something wrong with me?_**** It hurt little chicken deeply, and decided to stay quiet.**
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**Misses duck, like a swan but shorter and stubby, shook her beak firmly, but softly. “No dear, I have my little duckies to look after.” She whispered, and waddled away gracefully.**
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**The dove huffed in annoyance, and plastered a smile, turning to the little chicken. “Would you like to fly to the south with me?” **
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**The little chicken didn’t answer, and knew better to keep her beak shut. Only multiple questions ring in her head,**
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**Was it better to stay in my coop, or slave away in this one?**