Buzzing Birth

by Raymond Fenech


Buzzing it slipped out almost transparent
from beneath azure space;
razzing at its inability to fly

it fizzed with long proboscis,
beyond the day’s quivering laze,
dazzled by cascading colours:

its vibrant jazz increased
it zigzagged
like a Harrier jet racing its engine:

then, as if it remembered
it zipped above water,
zapped out into space with a fulminating blaze,
that was soon part of an orchestrated buzz.

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