if i were a bird

if i were a bird 

perched,

 showing my fine feathers proud

my neck would crane my head be slightly bowed.

 

a little aloof

yet,

 welcoming your attention

of any will not to be drawn into my display, a suspension.

 

to flirt with your sight be my desire

coquettish and naughty this 'birds' attire

and once our eyes eventually meet

with passionate yearnings each other they would greet.

 

RB.