Me

Hours of struggle, and I hatched out of my egg.

Already an intruder.

Mom curiously stared at me for some time,

And then just pecked me lovingly - like nothing was wrong.

But I knew that I was not like her,

And I did not know where my true parents were.

I stared at the other eggs, much smaller than mine.

Already a murderer.

Just one push and they fell and cracked below.

Mom turned and stared, then flew away - like nothing was wrong.

But I knew that I was not like her,

And I did not know where my true parents were.

A few weeks grown up, ready to fly.

Already a wanderer. 

I flew off, soaring, never to return.

Mom stared and flew away - like nothing had happened.

But I knew that I was not like her.

And I was out to find where my true parents were.