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!
