The Fairest Novice Queen
The brightest of white were her feathers
Not a smudge of dirt to be found
Her wings would never be weathered
Thick claws dug deep in the ground
Doomed an adrenaline virgin
The fairest novice queen
Somewhere, the oceans were merging
But she was too small to be seen
She gazed at the sky, so azure
And studied the flocks as they soared
Their swiftness caused a blur
Rapidly moving forward
She dreamed of being a piece
Of the puzzle that braised the sky
Experiencing west and east
And waving her perch goodbye
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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