She wings her way through
We are excited with & for her
She drops a few crumbs
Accidentally on purpose
It sounds alright
The swish of her feathers
Making music with air
Disrupting his trail
And the mere mortals
Clap on demand
Watching it on their screens
In vivid technicolor
She laughs by night
Leaves him stranded
And wanting her more
But flight is what she came for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem with compelling imagery.