I saw you flit around yesterday,
Moving from one to the other bay,
Five feet something above the ground
Clamping hair almost brown.
The date changes and the months too
And clothes change from red to blue,
But you always show up no matter what,
Just like twists in a well written plot.
Your master must adore you so
To let you fly but never let go.
Could be because you go best with reds,
Or maybe you represent a debt.
I’m quite infatuated with you it seems,
Though it’s more because of who you mean.
I do hope you’ll breathe one day,
Flutter little yellow wings and fly away.