By Nell O’Hara
Majestic wings,
Twirling at the tips,
At the end sort of drips.
A bright sort of glow,
Hue, aura,
You know.
An unusual sparkle,
Unable to match,
Yes, she’s a good catch.
But please set her back free,
She’s wild,
You, see.
Her cheeks are like roses,
Her smile, so flashing,
Yes, she’s very eye-catching.
But you’ll never see her,
You can search high and low,
She, herself, you’ll never know.