I had a lovely little drone and every chance I had, I'd fly so high, up to the sky in weather good or bad.
I'd push the limits further, and every time I flew, my boldness knew no limits. My confidence - It grew!
I'd fly until "connection lost" and RTH* kicked-in; a feature oh so good at hiding multitudes of sin!
And so, more reckless did I grow more daring I became. I mocked the regulations and derided them as "lame"!
And then, one chilly, blustery day, I set forth to the beach. I flew my drone out to an island, almost out of reach.
The wind, it changed direction and turned into a gale. My lovely drone fought valiantly, but nature did prevail.
A watery grave engulfed my drone in cold and wicked sea. I lost my lovely little drone and little drone lost me.
So now I cry and save my cash and count the days 'til when I'll buy a lovely brand new drone and do it all again!!!
* An automated "Return To Home" feature.
Drone flying is my latest passion. I started last April and found it a good way to pass time while social distancing and a good distraction from the craziness of the world. I haven't actually lost my drone yet, as the poem may imply... I'm just hoping the my poem isn't prophetic!