LET ME SHARE WITH YOU THIS AWESOME FABLE
about an eagle with a chicken soul,
due to which I gave it a name “Eagken”—
hybrid of an eagle and a chicken.
ONE DAY, OF EGGS IN THE NEST THERE’S A CLUTCH,
a hen sat on them with intent to hatch.
After three weeks, all came out—but for one!
Could that this egg be an infertile one?
NO, IT’S NOT, FOR THE HEN YET SAT THROUGH IT;
using instinct, extra time she gave it.
But after a week, still no sign one bit;
another week and finally that’s it!
BUT THIS CHICK WAS UGLIEST AMONG CHICKS:
Larger were its claws, rounder was its beak.
Truth is—it’s not a chick but an eaglet
that somehow got lost in the chicken nest.
GROWING IN THE COMPANY OF CHICKENS,
it learned to move and think like a chicken.
Because chickens were raised to be eaten,
this “eagken” ended up as fried chicken.
THAT’S PART ONE. HERE’S PART TWO OF THE STORY:
There’s an eagle flying so gracefully.
The eagken wondered if he, too, could be.
He begged the eagle, “Please, teach me like thee.”
SINCE THE EAGKEN WAS REALLY AN EAGLE,
he quickly learned how to fly and soar well.
But before dusk, they would part—these two friends.
Why? The eagken’s home was with the chickens.
ONE DAY, AS THEY’RE EXCHANGING THEIR DAY’S “BYES”,
“I’m sad, we’ll part again,” the eagken sighed,
“my fellow chickens back home are but dry,
I like your company since you can fly.”
EAGLE SAID, “COME! YOU’RE EAGLE, NOT CHICKEN!”
“Eagle!” eagken exclaimed with eyes widened.
With that, they took to the air together;
eagken leaving the chickens forever!
CHICKEN IS CHICKEN! EAGLE IS EAGLE!
The chicken can’t soar how much it tries well.
Same: If you’re eagle, don’t act like chicken—
“You are for the heavens, not the kitchen!"
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