Five years ago,
My small gannet heart fell for another.
I always stood with her,
Every second of every day.
I'd talk with her and only her,
Every second of every day.
Every time a new flock came in,
I'd turn my lovestruck body to her.
She never seemed to notice...
Never seemed to emote... At all...
But that's why I love her.
I don't want to sound weird,
But somehow, I know deep inside,
She loves me too.
The way we always meet under the sun,
The same time,
Every day of the week.
But this is my goodbye.
I built her a nest,
I groomed her feathers between my beak,
The Island Of Lies.
I sat there with some of my last breaths,
Feeling the breeze brush around us.
Out of the flock of 40,
there is no one else I'd rather be with.
I placed my wing on hers,
She just sat and stared at the setting sun,
'You know... I've never heard your voice...'
Silence.
'Heh... I guess I'll never hear it...'
I laid down next to her and held her tight.
'I'll be waiting... I love you'
No reply.
My wing slipped down hers, breaking off one of her feathers...
Concrete.
Our love was manufactured.
Her love was artificial.
At least I know mine was real...
The Island Of Lies...
The Island Of 40 Fakes...
The Island Of The Heart Broken Bird...
Mana Island....
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Based on the story of the world's loneliest bird.
Nigel the Gannet - 1-2-2018
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-Author's Note-
I know the story of this animal has been long forgotten for anyone outside of new zealand, but I have constantly been reading up things on strange animal lives:
- 52Blue the Whale with the High Pitched Song (2016)
- Nigel 'No Mates' the Gannet (2018)
- Mali the Elephant (2015)
ETC. ETC.
I was going to write a poem on 52B but I decided to write one on the loneliest Gannet as their story seems to be the most depressing. Falling in love with a statue, thinking they were real.
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