I am an ugly duck. Unloved by many.
I tweet and sing as the sun rises promptly.
I step to the distant puddle. Quacks are all i hear. In my presence they jeer. That is what i fear.
I head on to my lonely cliff. Here we go again!
The splash was little. Now I am in pain.
“I wonder what my wings are for?”
My Insolence has led to Mama Duck’s suffering.
She has flown ahead without hearing me quacking.
Guilt and grief came with time. Mama Duck!
I regret my failure to steal your tongue