Endemic Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

I wonder, what endangered species
She is to smuggle her good looks?
What habitats and cherished niches
She shares? Maybe, choicest nooks

Of her dear heart dishearten someone
To try to find appeal and zest?
Not me, though I'm to her a jumbo,
Disdainful Jaeger on his quest.

Uniqueness makes her "rara avis"
(Am I to get her feathered plume
To flourish like sheikh of Arabies?)
Love's also hunting, I presume...

Untoward orbs like vain pretences
Environ farthest, longed for haunts.
But what extremes these, what these fences
To one who boldly love affronts?