A Year of Poems – Day 340

The world is filled with zebras
When you see in black and white
And it is a truly noble beast
When the moon hits its mane at night
But it is a great injustice
To the peacock’s noble plume,
To the songbird’s song of color,
And the tulip’s noble hue
It is a grave inequity
To ignore life’s little shades,
To try and paint a bird away,
Or to snuff a fiery mane.


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