Sky Dancer Poem by Angela Wybrow

The mating season has begun,
And he has found his perfect One;
In to the air, he now takes flight:
Circling up to a dizzying height.

Above the moor, he twists and twirls,
Hoping to win this precious pearl;
He pictures the two of them flying together
Far above the purple heather.

His skilful dance, he is keen to show
To his chosen One down far below;
He is making the most of this chance
By showcasing his masterful, magical dance.

He hopes that he can catch her eye
With his smooth manoeuvres in the sky;
He hopes that he can steal her heart,
And that, of his life, she'll be a part.

With his aerial antics, he hopes to impress,
So he zips about with a keen sense of zest;
He glides on currents of sun-kissed air;
Of what is at stake, he is all too aware.

He completes his world-class dance routine,
And hopes she's impressed by what she has seen;
It's a familiar story of boy meets girl,
But is one of the most impressive in the natural world.