Mon Iliad!

Ma Deuxième Trahison, Ma Première Désertion.

Way back when.
When we were a family.
A mother
A father
And a set of sisters.
Then,
A darling planet,
Mars,
Appeared from the cosmos.
As beautiful as a male Mandarin duck.
And then a Brother.

But.
It grew.
Another, whose name is far too meaningful to say,
Had entered.
They were a Socorro Dove...
Later on, they were my child. But it didn't last,

Along with a sour girl, with the attitude of a citrus.
They were okay,
She, a splendid Fairy Wren..
Although I always wanted to keel over every time we talked...

And soon after,
Came the love of my life.
Or so I thought.

I truly loved her.
She was a Charming Cardinal!
But,
Her insecurities and dependency took a toll on me.

I was beginning to crumble.

Back to the family...

A mother, one who was so caring to me, loved me.
Even gave me forehead kisses occasionally..
I knew them long enough to witness their evolution.

She was a he, now, and bore a different name.
But I didn't and still don't mind.
Rarely I find myself missing them.
Then I remember how fast they turned on me after given the chance.
And how they insulted my darling love.

My father, my only reason I pulled through.
I deeply preferred him after him and mom separated.
But I think they like each other again..

I suppose I don't mind, they were a good couple anyway.

Now.
The sisters.
Who were two birds in a cage,
Until,
The appearance of the planet, and the nameless.

I'm sorry my elegant Emerald Dove, This ugly black Crow is taking up to much space...

So the crow had to move,
Make room for another,
And so the ugly,
Unwanted,
Crow,
Was.

Removed.
And the Socorro Dove replacing.

It was all okay though, father came to help,
A beautiful swan he was.

My mother quite akin to a fancy looking duck perhaps..
A wood duck?

Later on.

The crow learned to speak,
Speak up,
Speak out,
Speak freely,
Speak bluntly,
Without consequence..

So, thinking it was safe, the crow accidentally insulted The Socorro dove gravely.

The crow thought they'd all laugh it off.
Everyone but the dove herself did.

The crow was thrown out of their group.

The crow truly felt ugly inside, even after apologizing And crying it's pointless tears of sadness,
Which turned into resentment eventually.

But all was not lost, not yet.

Father, the all forgiving, loving, talked to the crow often, made sure it was okay.

Like an angel!

The crow still talked to the emerald dove and the mystical planet.