Cruising on a river of air
Searching for a tropical paradise
He bobs along as if jamming to tunes
Spots an cozy landing place
To rest his tired explorer feet
And close his tiny kaleidoscope eyes
A sun-stained rose with silver tears
An almost flawless rosy island
But there is no such thing as perfect
He zooms in on the target patel
Dives with wings tucked aside
Into the silken scarlet flower
His fuzzy toes touch the unexpected
His charcoal and golden body quivers
The thorn of the rose pierces his side
His fragile, pom-pom form punctured
Crying in agony, limp and stiff
He fears as darkness overwhelms him
And just when he thinks all is lost
A delicate hand extends toward him
Placing him gently onto the rose
He sleeps there in peace,
Journey complete.
