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
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