Indigo Wings

Photo by Rakshith Reddy on Unsplash

Light glints down on indigo bunting
Burning bright on a wire
And I watch
As the sun warms her wings,
Her tiny frame of vivid colour
Soaking up the day.
She greets the sun anew, 
Like an old friend rarely seen
But loved always.
She leaps.
Enclosed in lightness of flight,
She has never owned shadow
And takes to the skies with arrow grace.
Every move she makes
Reverberates like a musical note from a key
Privileged enough to have been played.
She puffs her front and sings like she ought.
Would she sing for me,
If she got caught?