Two birds upon a soggy log were floating,one standing on two legs and the other on one
and the one-legged bird was rather loudly gloating
because his single perch was far more fun.
That bird found great delight in seeking balance
and actually would have preferred a rougher sea.
His greatest source of joy was physical challenge:
a rough and ready winter's bird was he.
The other bird ignored him and just drifted:
the gentle seas her guided meditation,
as through thoughts of her life and days she sifted
listening for some heartfelt revelation.
Which style is better, or safer, I can't say,
because if waves come, each can fly away!
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