Rita Sev

Hovering near is my Muse

On wings of words she flies

          but just as I approach,

          she escapes into the skies

My flimsy net of thin blue lines,

So close, I almost reach her

          but then she flits away so fast,

          elusive, fragile creature

At times I must surrender to

My untamable resister

          and hope to try another day

          to catch one of her sisters