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.