Solitude

Buzzing its hard-earned mirth,
Swarmed in, the bumble bees;
Cooing from the ringed depths,
Fluttered high, girlie the birdie.

Flapping hard the gentle wings,
That dreamt of soaring heavens,
Many a time did she raise storms,
As the dusty earth snapped at her.

Alas! she rose in beaming glee,
As the merciful skies blew her free,
And every breath sang afresh,
Tinkling her soul with spirits anew.

Warmed by the honeyed-heat,
Ridden on a creamy-fluff seat,
She touched the white velvet,
And the ripples of shiny floss.

Starry twinkles caught her eye,
But no friend nor foe could be spot,
Over whose shoulder she could pry
To grab the visual treat lighting the sky.

No peer to marvel at the mystery
Of the vast blue subtly drinking black,
Not a finger-touch that eased slick
A floundering fold, in plumes delicate.

A whining frown, a wistful gaze
Flashed her eye, pricking a tear;
A sweetening smile blossomed,and
Drooped, all so open, yet unseen.

In the dreamy flight, unrestrained,
A heartening call she did cherish,
A call familiar, mighty in its right,
Emerging from the realm of thought.