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I wanted to be famous…


I wanted to be famous
the talk
of the town,
hand out my autograph
like a queen with her crown…

Just to be noticed
by those
in the know,
a celebrity rock star,
with her very own show…

But as I’ve grown older,
I’m happy
to say,
I’m a star in my own right,
with an acclaimed cabaret…the birds
are my chorus
in the early morn,
with dazzling
I’m seriously adorned…

My fans waft past me in pale yellow hues,
dancing to the movement of a popular muse…

Young *hadedas
who write their own scores,
bellow out compliments,
I’ve heard their applause…

The grass
in the fields
worships my feet,
with gestures of praise…I am quite replete…

I’m the star performer, when the moon peeps out,
with floodlit glory,
she is quite devout…

and when stars
I’m part of their show,
made of fine stardust,
with a

*The hadada or hadeda ibis (Bostrychia hagedash), is an ibis found in Sub-Saharan Africa. It is named for its loud three to four note calls uttered in flight especially in the mornings and evenings when they fly out or return to their roost trees.



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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