Birds

All birds of air flying so high,
Down they stare intending to spy.
The beauty of their smooth flight,
A distant yatch sailing in delight.
Their chirping - a mesmerizing faire,
Bountiful sweet songs filling the air.
Above the beak are the lovely eyes,
Curious but shy hiding the spying lies.

These birds are the highest of all lives,
Not the ones that just fly in the skies.
They are a single species and they rule,
Beauty and charm make the other drool.
Trying to understand them is forbidden,
A gift to man – blessing better off hidden.
Gorgeous, elfin, naughty and shy,
All birds of land flying so high.