The tale of a emperor penguin, let us say an empress instead..
In these days of pronouns, any one will do..He/She/They/Penguin instead
Far from cold Antarctica, not knowing her current way..
With no Google maps to guide her way, flapping her flippers
She found her way or shall I say she lost her way?
Landed at a crowded hot Australian beach barefoot without slippers
I guess she just had it one day and threw in her beach towel,
Decided to pack her flipper, her tuxedo and her webbed flippers..
And decided to swim far..far away from her Antarctic kind..
Something in me finds kindred with her vagrant penguin soul….
On days like today when the world around is a bore, not my kind…
I so do want to pack my bags and travel solo like her penguin soul..
That is until I heard she was found emaciated, weak, tired.. and exhausted
Tired she was of Australian summer, not the kind the dream travelogue promised..
Somewhat again like me, when seeking adventure as though it is promised
Only to miss home and bed and my peeps.., tired and exhausted.
My alter ego, the empress penguin, she shares her wisdom..
Don’t pack your bags and go solo.. just yet!
Just sink in your cozy bed and catch a nap from boredom..
That is what I plan to do now.. Zzz.. don’t wake me .. just yet.
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