Dirtier And Lower Poem by RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE

Hops and perches on top of a smelly agressive beast called cattle,
Whose approach and facial interpretes horror,
Though the ugly beast twist it body furiously fighting against his green pasture, still, the small wing creature becomes not afraid nor found any error,
Moo moo-the cattle sings, tip tip-the bird hops, majestically they walk into the beast castle.

But circled with greenish and redish tree and flower,
I sits with grain spread from north to south, singing songs, calling the flying children of nature,
Yet, these creatures stop by only to fly away with a frightful coo, calling me- a failure,
For this i doubt with no energy, whether i am dirtier and lower.