The Crown Jewel

Richard Ostroski & Lisa Hornung

I have no sense of smell, but I hear very well,

My tiny feet can only shuffle from side to side

Beady eyes serve me well, keeping foes in a dither,

But my flight skills, are simply over the top.

My body is covered in tiny air bubbles, act as a prism,

The sun’s rays cast my colors, magnificent as a rainbow am I

As shadows of darkness arrive, my colors disappear,

To hide from enemies of the night.

Sleeping perched onto a branch in the wood,

My thumper crescendo plummets to just a few

Upon awakening and after nourishment,

I can zoom along, hundreds of miles without a bite.

With a beak like chopsticks and hairy creased tongue,

I fly like a helicopter, hovering up and down, backwards too,

Cannot escape my innate need for copious organic delights,

Mission must be accomplished, or I perish.

Rapid wing reverberations announce my presence,

Creating joy, delight and reverence

As I dart away into the blue yonder,

Like a precious jewel in the Sky.