Flying Beauty

This poem is about my pet cocketiel.

See slow the roost before she flitters scared,

Refrain such rapid breath upon her feet,

Lest tight remains her sunshine beauty bare,

Becoming bashful sightless but a dream.

Two droplets orange cheeks appeared today,

Too deep perhaps of Sun in dear detain,

To dote around substantial shine in rain,

Today to glint a tear of sordid pain.

Perhaps not open lest she peers upon,

A perfect prize the Sun instead performs

Upon, to be but thrown along the hot,

But rising Sun of savage outside morn.

Author's Note

How can I make it clearer?

Reviews

[Vectra Mendonie]

It was sweet and short, both good attributes when it comes to poems. It seems like something valentines day cards would quote without knowing the context. Good job!