A masquerading skylark
In untold ways
She is a peacock amidst of a gaggle of geese
A graceful swan between the turkeys
A robin flitting around silently
Her eyes are those of an owl at night
Piercing into the depths of those she speaks to
Her neck is one of a proud ostrich
Surveying the crows with a hawk’s attention
Head held high, she is the early bird
Her ability to memorize and recite—a parrot
With the voice of a nightingale
A magpie—she steals the shine from all
Her reputation, the soaring eagle
Only I know the vulture within
