A morning flight at the tip of light,
Untangling vines of quarrels and spite,
Swing back to unfinished work by the lagoon,
And all this before the strike of noon.
Nibbling lunch travelling across acres
To perfect the dance of unwavering predators,
Wings ache and eyes droop as I swoop home,
Write a letter of gratitude through a little poem
For whom I see a worthy investment,
The closest gem I have to a best friend.
The days fly by but I won’t let
My best supporter ever forget
To appreciate all the pains and the sweat,
Everything we’ve accomplished.
The Little Novice ❤