Clipperty Critter was certainly a horse.
With a name like that, it could not be a fish.
He lived a life with humans but had a secret strange wish.
As a horse he did as he was instructed, pulling, carting, to earn his essential daily food.
Yet on his travels, he was observant, watching birds flitting about flying high.
He was very envious as he longed to fly.
To walk with hoofs down on the ground was fine, he wanted to raise his hoofs up and fly.
The hope was that he would be able to travel two ways it was the height of his ambition.
While on his own in the stable, he made wings out of straw.
When complete he picked his stable lock open.
Nudged it a bit more and pranced out the door, increasing his speed to gallop up the nearest, highest hill.
It was not a strange idea, as he had heard humans talk, of Pegasus a horse with wings.
If he can do it so can I, was Clipperty's very confident though?
At the top of the hill, he adjusted his wings and glanced a final look around.
Took a deep breath flapped his wings and hung suspended, before he dropped, bounced, dropped and bounced again.
The result, there was no need to describe it was not nice, it was horrid.
For just a few moments, Clipperty achieved his wish and flew.
Unexpectedly, he found a new permanent home in a place where humans pray.
A horse is just a horse, of course, a bird is just a bird.
Trying to be what we are not, is really quite absurd.
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