She was wrong and now she had to speak
Her knowledge of what should be said
Was constantly in the forefront of her mind
She had been wrong about this and many things
Pride however has a way of ignoring the obvious
So then it became easier to walk away
She would save her words for later
When there would not, could not be rebuttal
The story line will be changed as
She was an expert at imagining, followed by
Her graceful art of extrapolation so that
She could dance around the truth
She did not have to rehearse or practice
Her lips did not move, but remained tightly together
But she knew what she had to say
Her head turned when she spoke and
Her words were muted; could not be understood
She would not repeat, but why would we expect her to
An image, built in her mind, had to be sustained
So waves of sound passed through her lips
Zigging and zagging in mumbled utterances
She had achieved what she wanted
Her persuasion had prevailed and she seemed all set
But as would be there were errors which could not be denied
Could only be corrected but not by her
She wiped out all artistic expression
Which did not originate with her
Bad decisions created extra work for others
She knew what had to be said
But walked away proudly, no bow to her head
One could only see her tail feathers
And in watching, the real story was told
Stanski
April 3, 2020 ^