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Ostrich

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Too afraid to stand and fight;
Too much pride to fly away.
Cowardice: immobilize
Egos lacking skill to play!
Games of conflict can’t be played
By those afraid to deal a hand.
Flightless birds avoid their call
Ostriching heads in the sand. 


Thanks, Trifecta for the prompt, which requested an animal name be used as a verb. I figured I might as well ignore the dictionary and make my own...flightless birds have always intrigued me, anyhow.
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  1. Marie NicoleAugust 25, 2012 at 10:20 AM

    Nice! I love how you saved it for last, what a great way to end it.

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  2. lumdog2012August 25, 2012 at 10:38 AM

    Nice use of the animal verb and interesting poem which parallels the story of some people.

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  3. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 25, 2012 at 7:32 PM

    Lovely poetry.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 25, 2012 at 7:54 PM

    Ostriching . . . I've done that! I like it!

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  5. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 8:53 AM

    Ostiching - that's a good one. I've done that, but the problem is you have to lift your head at some point and the things around you never go away :)

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  6. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 4:34 PM

    love it! even without the ostrich metaphor, this piece was fantastic, lovely writing. (:

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  7. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 6:30 PM

    Sweet! I love this one.

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