by Harry

 Submitted by Ramyalakshmi

I was a feather in a peacock
And he wore me around the clock
I was in the centre of the crowd
And I always made him proud
Everyone tried to get into my place
But I would never give them a chance

One day when I woke up from sleep
I was loose and slid away from the heap
Then I fell down onto the ground
Looking at others as they flock around
I reflected my place in the tail
And realized that there is no place that will stay.


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