My life is based on a true story, a poem
I know what life will do to me!
One fine day I'm going to die.
I know that for a certain fact,
It almost happened twice before.
When I die my body will rot,
Worms delicacy I will be.
Through the miracle of nature,
Now part of maggot's DNA.
But wait! Look at the pretty bird
Flying up there and looking down,
He spotted the overweight worm!
Free lunch does exist after all.
As the birdie gulps in the worm,
I am now part of his body,
Through the fat maggot's DNA
Which was mine originally.
In a strange way I'm still alive,
Or at least some of my cells are.
But weren't we taught that's how life starts
With a single lonely cell?
And as the bird explores the sky
He takes an in-flight potty break
Feeding the frogs way down below.
And again goes my DNA.
But even birds break from flying,
And while landing for a pit stop,
He succumbs to a famished fox.
And that's how I become four legged.
See, honey I'm now a fox too
And it's a lot of fun to run
Through the woods and enjoy the sights
Mother Nature put there for us.
A few chicken pinched from farmers,
And bushy tailed no more we are
It was only matter of time
'Fore a bullet ended the fun.
Voraciously torn up by hounds
As the mounted hunt caught with us
A pack of hungry dogs I am,
Much more in character with me!
The story of my life goes on,
As I jump inadvertently
From one species to another,
But then, I come to realize...
Than through different shapes and forms
A part of us will never die.
Evolution will transform us
But somehow we'll always survive.
Celebrate life with me, my friend
While we can still communicate.
For maybe we are immortal,
But being alive has its virtues.
You've endured my diatribe so far,
So maybe I told you some truth,
'Cause as I have stated before :
My life is based on a true story!
Copyright 2013 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns for the text, as credited for the illustrations.
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