King of the Sky
by Anya Ambarish
(Sterling, VA)
Your wings a quick show plane
Twisting to the sky
A constant beat they keep
Hovering in the pushy wind
Much energy these birds have
Spinning up and down in the air
Almost hanging in the sky
To hummingbirds gravity does not apply
Swift as a cheetah
Only in the air
On land those stubby legs
Certainly don’t go far
The sky is your home
The Clouds your streets
You really are
The king of the sky