Preening Wren
Tropic evening clouds turn gold,
set against the blues,
a wren preens her wings,
feathers trapping rainbow rays.
A waft of smoke, she swirls,
singing: here I go.
Lost in stunning radiance in the circus,
she strays into the flight path
of a preying dart.
Dazed, she drops like lead,
fluttering stressed wings,
her dim eyes on winking stars.
Sudden silence descends—
fading echo of bluff and bluster
of a once pride on wings.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2016
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