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 ^
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Steve Haarman 