House Of Birds Poem by Vincent Onyeche

In the house of birds
A duck might be a duke
Married into
But I am born into
By blood

Weather peacock or turkey
Inherent, I am a Queen
Who pumps out vigorously
And step confidently:
Her Royal majesty the Queen.

Not always primed by hanger
Radial outwardly
It carries me along
So I do; that the Queen does
Without it, big bird would be naked.

On my behind
It is tail feathers many
Spread out in a hanging mosaic
All feel my mirth
Yet they are scared of me

You are too fill of pride
Excuses; while not read the sign?
When my wings touches the ground
It simply says:
The House of Birds is also humble.