Once upon a Monday dreary, while I strolled, weak and weary,
Over conversations of projects, homework, and more,
While I dozed, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping,
As of someone tapping, tapping my shoulder sore.
“You need to wake up,” she muttered, “patting my shoulder sore
Only this and nothing more.”

I remember that field trip to the aquarium clear as day,
And each exhibit casting its shadow upon the floor,
Disinterested, I wished it was tomorrow,
For this trip was not fun-filled but quite a bore.
In fact, it felt like such a chore,
And I had wished oh so dearly for it to be over forevermore.

And the quiet, fluffy rustling of each grey feather
Excited me - filled my head with fantastic images I had never thought of before
So now, to calm my racing mind, I sat down on the bench and said
“These penguins are what I have always wanted and more”

These penguins that I have always wanted, sitting behind the glass door,
But then I realize that penguins is all they are and nothing more.
So I continue to gaze, nodding off into a daze,
While I was blankly staring at weathered exhibit signs,
So gently you came tapping, tapping my shoulder sore,
Waking me, opening my eyes to so much more,
Penguins, flightless birds but in my eyes, so much more,
But unfortunately, all that’s separating us is a sturdy glass door.