Air

Noble Highness, Princess Ayre,

I see you up there-everywhere I stare down the atoms,

                                                 showing off your prowess with your plumage.

Spreading the skies with talon,

                                                  a parting breeze-Please-you dance as if the world

were watching,                                                your silhouette in spritely gambols.

without a word

Still as Summers Eve,

Avian apparatus                                       demonstrating what stirring is

and how                we should                    exhale in murmurations

                             after swallowing  

the heavens whole-                                and absolve the tears from rain.

Following your advice to Look up I have been mistaken for preying again and again.     




Artwork by Nicolaes Piemont [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.