
Hope
By Michele Habel-Coffey
Hope’s got useless feathers
‘Tis a penguin on the shore
With broken, useless, darkened wings
And no god to implore
She’s indeed a seasoned swimmer
Gets her sustenance from the sea
But the sea is wrought with angry waves
And she is never free
The island is her icy home
With other flightless fowl
Guarding flightless offspring
From lions on the prowl
Sweet songs for her are hard to hear
Drowned out by the storms
The chill is clinging deep within
Nothing keeps her warm
Oh, Hope’s got useless feathers
The kind that do not fly
It’s stuck there on that island
It’s there it’s like to die
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