Flashing enough to catch my eye.
A glorious sight.
Grasped in my talons.
I take to flight.
‘She’s mine!’ I whistle a triumphant cry.
Hoarding my treasure from thieving sights
And those who’d dull her radiant shine.
Imprisoned here, I buff and burnish
But, no matter how much I polish her surface
Her light it fades, her coat is rusted,
Even when she’s glossed and dusted.
So, out of my nest I take to the sky
To find a gem who’s glimmer won’t die.