Winged Zebra

Winged Zebra Winged zebra dining on pure succulence, beauty’s wanton need for satisfaction, fulfillment of the blossoms scented craving flowering nectar draped in golden orange. What winds of chance have lifted your frail wings, decreased the distance, instinct slowly rising to a fevered need. There was something about the way she moved as if she glided - untethered - floated through the chaos of a crowded room. All eyes drifted, captured by her unintentional beauty, mesmerized by the magic of such effervescent energy. She alit, soft cape draping her shoulders, touched me for but a moment (as if to fill a need) leaving me the better for her passing, ever to dream of her weightless wonder. John G. Lawless 5/8/2015