Sly Poem by Jaya Sharma

As they sway
Bright that lay
Counting
Down the clock
Emerging from their rock
Flutter their wings
Growing their veil
Hopping through the leaves
Imply a world of theirs
Jumping through the frails
Knight like night
Looming through time
Mumering a whisper
Nights so bright
Ominous and sly
Perfect and white
Quarrelled and miserable,
Rigged as high
Soaring
Thought the night and hopping
Under the daylight
Violent as a shadow
Worldly as light
Xylophones ringing
Your Realm Thee,
Zipped by atrocities the hoppers and the bioluminescent