I am a living thing born to fly by night
My fingers elongated to allow for flight
I trace my roots back to the Middle East
On fruit and flowers my kind feast

Life is all I wish to spread
My tongue clicking in my dog-like head
The plants feed me with nectar
And I am their pollen collector

I flap and flutter among the trees
Free to move as the breeze
With leaves and branches I play
To write this all within a day