ANTOA Poetry: The Ostrich Will Someday Fly

ANTOA Poetry: The Ostrich Will Someday Fly
The Ostrich Will Someday Fly

She has trekked for ages,

And has forgotten she carries

Wings.

She’s now a chicken

Comfortably picking from

The ground, while fresh fruits

Hung in the sky.

Oh she doesn’t raise her head

To the sky anymore.

She only dreams when she sleeps.

Some say she never learnt how to

Fly, because she never tried to leap

Like a black plane with no tires.

She complains of her weight.

But runs effortlessly burying

Her head in the sand.

But how will she fly

If she don’t try?

Maybe she would flap

And flap and flap,

When the Earth gets so small

And she’s pushed to the wall.

Then she would transform

Into a black swan,

And soar like an eagle.

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.

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