Do we not want her calm strength,
her steely-eyed confidence?
Do we not envy her bold gaze
that observes everything and
remains unruffled?

Look at you, standing tall,
perfectly balanced, no matter
where you set down, regardless
of where your feet land.

Slowly turn your head,
surveying the territory.
Feel your powerful limbs flex,
your quiet exuberance ready
to lift you wherever you want
to go.

The wind ruffles your plumage,
and, as we watch admiringly,
you blink—once, twice—and then,
dear girl, with a mighty flap,
you’re away.