A SWALLOW'S TALE
Long ago, Creator Eagle,
We would dress in ragged clothes,
Just some wandering bird freeloaders
On the backs of buffaloes.
Life was dusty, hot and boring,
Ticks and fleas our livelihood,
Till the show biz bug attacked
us,
Drawing us to Hollywood!
Dressed, did we, in tails and linen,
Learned to soar and glide in style,
Somersaulting through the evening,
“Swallowing” insects all the while.
Thus we joined your flying
circus,
Doing tricks across the sky,
Astonishing the throngs below
us,
Catching dinner on the fly.
Holy Eagle, calm and caring,
Bless your acrobats of space,
Joining your extravaganza:
Look! A miracle of grace.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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