I hear your hoot and ponder how you look,
How it feels when I'd look into your eyes,
Whould I be met with a calm or agitated gaze?

I'd like to see you soaring at grave heights,
But then how you bring yourself back to safety,
How you'd fierce protect whats yours and whom you love.

Seeing you, and learing the true you,
Under all the layers and cover-up feathers,
I know your heart would indeed be pure.
© Celine-Marè♡