The Crane

Blazing with the air of a Knight
Drifting through the cool breeze
Soaring above all tall things,
Gliding swiftly through the night air.
Criss-crossed with creases, crisp as chips.

Tenaciously & Outrageously crafted
Mountainous Peaks topped with snow.
Flashing their teeth with a menacing grin.
Shadows flit amongst the creases,
Revealing themselves in the afternoon light

A white tower carefully constructed,
Coarse with time and salty air.
Standing straight, menacingly still,
The neck towers above the distant ground.
Levelling out to a watchful, white platform.

The wings – white, with a radiant light,
As they slice through the foreboding air.
In the morning delightfully clear,
The sunlit, streamlined wings shimmer with delight
The smooth, white Crane.