WHO?

Plumage of a peacock bids to be known as it boasts itself
And struts along
Yet a bedraggled sparrow hedges notice
However, a heart uses it eyes to see that which is not so apparent
There is beauty without boast in the reality of it all
Grace of a swan
Speed of a Cheetah
Eye of falcon by day and owl by night
Tongue of snake
Hair of chinchilla
Heart of a philosopher
Mind of a poet
Hand of a painter
Feet of a dancer
Fingers of a musician
Lips that elicit sweet words of song
Strength of lion
Will of IRON
It will not be wrong
Who might this be? I know not! Tis but an undertaking in fantasy. ~ Maggie ~ September 4, 2007 @ 8:17 p.m. EST