a-blackbird

I want to be seen as a lioness; a powerful competitor of beauty and strength on the hunt.  Sinews singing to the beat of the drum, heart pounding in the confines of my chest, I pursue my prey, the golden trophy, like the black magpie ready to steal its prize.  Swirling past the judges in a blur of color and dance, I want to be seen as the fast moving waters cascading over ivory stones and glistening from the magnificence of the sun.  I want to blind. I want to dazzle. Reflected through tiny sequins and gleaming rhinestones, light twists down the delicate fabrics and fluorescent colors.  Leaping up to meet the heavens, I want to be seen as ha