Beat your wings so you may fly.
Visible, barely, to the naked eye.
You hover there without a care
drinking nectar in mid-air.
Buzzing, humming, in delight,
through the entirety of your flight.
Watching you is such a thrill
till suddenly you have had your fill.
J.A.Scott
What a sweet poem! :) Happy NaPoWriMo!!! I'm trying to come up with a crambo game for you for each Friday in April... stay tuned. :)
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