She flies silently
Shrouded and hidden
Merged with the wilderness
Then dreams deeply in her nest
I turn towards the southern lights
And imagine her basking in the glow
Inquisitive bright eyes
Looking out for new adventures
And fresh forest creatures
Delicacies, devoured at will
I listen for her call in the winds of night
But she is so deathly silent
An invisible cloak her protection
From all who may seek a glimpse
Or even a scent
Of her wings of desire
Lightly drop just one feather silent one
So that I may be reassured
You are in fact a beast more than mythical
Not a hallucination from fevers past