A xanthous cock on a sunny day
Scratched the land for food
For himself and his hens, he’d sway
Back and forth for good
He stumbled upon a precious stone
Abandoned on his land
He looked around. He was all alone
There was no claiming hand
“If your owner had found thee and not I
You’d be his first estate
Now in my coloured feathers you lie
In quite a futile state
A cherished crown you may adorn
With a sense of haughty air
I would rather have one barleycorn
Than all the jewels out there”

I’ve been enjoying the Aesop themed poems. Had to drop in to applaud your use of “xanthous” though. Great writing as always.
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The beautiful joy of perspective. Great poem.
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Fantastic!
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I too tripped on xanthous :-). nice use of the word.
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