The Chilling Birth of an Emperor

Eight below and a blizzard blows
over the arctic ice and snow
a cracked egg between two legs
rests on a penguin’s toes.

When a little beak takes a peek
at the white world outside its shell
continually trying to shed its confines
a baby bird bursts, into a frozen hell.

All the clouds gathered and witness this sight
born is a bird that will never take flight.

The father with love picks it up from above
tucks it into a bed of feathered fur
enchantingly genuine, a baby penguin
the chilling birth of an Emperor.

 

Art~

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(In the harshest corners of the world, wonderous and miraculous things happen)

have a day filled with loving warmth

 

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