A Comprative Look Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A Comprative Look

A bird stands tall, a curious sight,
Its leg seems bent, not quite right.
You think it's a knee, turned to the back,
A funny bend, off the beaten track.

But look again, a closer gaze,
Through feathered clouds and sunny haze.
That bending part, so slim and long,
Is not a knee, where it belongs.

It's like our heel, our ankle bone,
Where feet meet legs, and we are grown.
The bird stands high upon its toes,
This long bend helps wherever it goes.

Its true knee hides, up near its chest,
Just like our knees, put to the test.
It bends forward, a normal way,
For flying high, or for the day.

So when you see a bird so grand,
It's just its ankle, on the land.
A clever bend, a feathered art,
That helps it jump and play its part.