Vorochta 5

You were once mine.

With your feathers all stubby and brown.

You went about with a quack and waddle and a quack.

You once told me you loved me.

Then, one day, you left.

I found out you weren’t what I thought you were.

You weren’t a duck, you were a beautiful swan.

I cried for you.

You brought my family shame.

But still, I long for you.

And now your son does, too.

Tags: Ugly Duckling

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