Sun, 04/21/2013 - 16:57 -- habaluu


United States
42° 31' 46.3224" N, 71° 29' 21.4836" W

Birds can be of many a feather,
Bright colors distancing those who take heed.
But many birds may flock together,
When all are hungry for the same feed.
A flock of many hues and shapes rare,
The feathers of bright birds often clash,
But when truly united, no bird can care
That the feathers of his classmates don’t quite match.
My feathers are brown and dusty,
But my hunger is as strong.
The best I can offer is just me
But I know the words to your song.
I long to join the flock where food of the mind
Is the common feather to birds of many kind.



I wrote this poem to explain to a college how I felt about their student body.

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