Poor Peter Penguin
Peter Penguin looked up to the sky
He had two wings, why couldn't he fly
He asked his dad but he didn't know
They lived on the ice it had always been so
Peter plodded on the ice it was so so chilly
If he could fly would he look really silly
He flapped his wings quickly but remained on the ice
We are not made to fly was his Grandad's advice
But you can fly through the water like a fish
Escape from a seal and not be his tasty dish
Peter is content and swims in the sea
In his dreams he can fly and he's really happy
Jan Allison
18th July 2014
Written for Animals Alive contest sponsored by Carol Eastman
~awarded 2nd place~
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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