I am supposed to compliment
your beauty,
your bark brown wings and
perfect form,
your delicate legs and
slender body
I am supposed to praise
your grace in flight,
your swiftness
and your speed
I am supposed to compare you to
the softness
of an autumn blanket,
the silent beauty
of a silver moon,
the rush, then stillness,
of a changing wind.
But when you landed on my arm,
you tiny beautiful being,
You scared the crap out of me.