City Of Owls

Hello Seattle,

I am flying

on the wing

and soaring to the sky.

 

When I pass

through the clouds

I am given rainbow veins

from a technicolor phase in the sky.

 

At night, the vanilla twilight

engulfs me in a breeze

and a shooting star shines

with an enchanted glow.

 

The fireflies timidly

come out to dance

at the butterfly wings'

flitting invitation.

 

I quietly perch

under the alligator sky

and ponder

how I became the sea.

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