Another Poem

UGLY?

Looking at the other young swans,

he knew he was different.

His neck was shorter,

his feathers fluffier.

Even his little voice

made a strange sound,

compared to the shrieks

coming from their beaks.

Always left out, he wasn’t accepted.

What he didn’t know was

that he was a duckling

not ugly just normal, but

different from the others.

When would they learn

to accept and love him for what

he was––a young lost duckling,

separated somehow from his parents,

living with a bunch of graceful swans.

(illustrations-www.clipart.com)