It soars, a winged beast dripping with
tender nectar – life,
Whole of sky nurtured with every
beat, the beat, the beat…
Impossibility etched in every span
and the remaining?
Impossibility to catch –
catch such life.
He’d still try, grim mannered
surely? No grace in his hack
Smacking the essence with feisty might
more extravagantly than a child’s plight
to see what might diminish this light.
Spark, glimmer on water.
Gleaming glances of colour
bouncing of a smile.