I open my textbook,
Which weighs about a ton
And I smell the beautiful,
Never-been-opened-before scent.
Guilt roils within me,
But I brush it aside.
(24 hours to go for the exam)
I skim through the pages
Like a low-flying pelican,
I pick out the important topics,
Like a fussy, choosy vulture.
And then, I take an unexpected dive into the book,
Like a kingfisher that just spotted a fish.
(20 hours to go....)
Akin to a bald eagle that greedily clasps its prey,
I try to grasp each minute concept.
I read through each line with the velocity of a falcon,
I repeat, by rote, each definition like a parrot.
I'm a pigeon now, making tensed wheezing noises.
(15 hours to go....)
I peck at my food like a little canary,
I'm a tetchy mother hen, with a sharp, sharp beak,
Looking at the topics left over,
I feel like a duck out of water.
(10 hours to go.....)
Sleep is unthinkable,
So, I transform into an owl,
Burning the midnight oil.
(1 more hour to go... Oh no!!!)
I approach the exam hall,
Where my friends are gathered,
We're all babbling like agitated turkeys,
And then.....
The bell rings!!!!!
Strangely calm, I breath a silent prayer,
And enter the hall as peaceful as a dove.
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NEPENTHE
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