The Buzzbomb An American Sonnet

Given the incredible gift of wings, always saw a different perspective; Soaring high sailing into a nose dive, you could say her energy’s a buzz bomb; They never thought that she was possible, women weren’t built for beautiful feathers; Pristine in all her imperfect glory, this added embellishment overwhelmed; Grinding out eyes to erase a vision, looking at the sky it’s hard to believe; Still there she was smiling full of fervor, the frenzy in her eyes so contagious; Fanning idealists in spite of herself, this creature worthy of so free a flight.