My Hero
He’s seldom seen, he’s never heard;
in fact he is a ‘silent’ bird.
However, deep and awesome thoughts
meander through his brain, of sorts,
to linger in aesthetic ports.
He thinks – but doesn’t say a word.
Sometimes he’ll seek the fleeting Muse
to ponder on some subtle ruse.
Perhaps he’ll spend a year or two
and contemplate a notion new,
or start a scheme and work it through.
Elucidate? But he’ll refuse.
He’s not a cow, he’s not a horse,
nor came he from a feline source.
He is a bird, the ‘silent’ kind,
the one who has a massive mind
whose notions are so deep to find.
He keeps them to himself, of course!
~
For Janette Fisher's 'Holding out for a Hero' Contest by Charles Clive.
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