Waddling flightless bird in a suit.

I sit alone amidst the tide, With water wrapped on every side. Too small to claim a nation’s crown, Too small for even one small town.

Soft as a lamb's wool, it brings comfort and joy, like a warm shawl draped over a toy.

The universe is where it's from. You wish for a shooting one. Rising talent that has just begun. A reward for a job well done.

I am breathtaking canvas, but to fall from me is a nightmare of pure helplessness