The little queen,
All silver,
Lay sleeping quietly,
Her mate perching upon his post,
And crooning gently.
The eggs were clutched,
In golden sands,
The pair trill happily,
As they hatch into their first meal,
They eat most hungrily.
The little queen,
Dull grey now,
Lies bleeding silently,
She fought, most brave, her mate to save
But sadly tried in vain.















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