Its A Question of Direction

On a high wire, a meeting with my cohorts. 

Wings spread wide for balance; steady, be steady.

On my tip toes. Head up. Balance is key.

Just let me go; let me do a fly over and soar a bit.

Please no.  They insist it's a question of direction;

that I always fly right to their left.

And, I hear them sigh; a slight sigh,

not enough to hurt my feelings.

And I take off!