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”
Aesop’s Fables: The Cock And The Jewel
Frank Solanki 
I too tripped on xanthous :-). nice use of the word.
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Fantastic!
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Thanks.
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The beautiful joy of perspective. Great poem.
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Thanks.
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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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Thanks a lot.
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