Pegasus

Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born. It will open its eyes to be called ungodly; Yet, through a mother's eyes, it is beautiful. The way it steps timidly on unsteady legs, Is just so perfect for a mother to see; Whereas others would see only abomination— They fear what they do not know. And though this creature could be the next saviour, Come to bring peace to the world, It has been cast aside and labelled incorrect: Something no one should ever go near again. So, when this child stands, what should have been a horse, Will unveil its wings and stretch them readily— Longing to touch the stars— And it will trot around in its fresh, new body To show the world the strength it holds. It is no disgrace to creation— It is creation's great pride: a pegasus, for all to see. A horse with wings to transport it far and wide— Its mother has always known what it was born to do. And while the world protests a creature so unusual, Its mother teaches it to hold its head high, And embrace the qualities that define it— So that, one day soon, it can flap its wings And fly.