Mustang
She grew up in sixty days,
Perfected by a sergeant’s love.
Her weakness died in August’s blaze
And a flawless warrior soared above.
She dressed in tan as she ran by,
In green when she was done.
She marched in blue under cloudy sky,
Embraced me ‘neath the sun.
The days that followed all were bliss,
That faded with each other.
At night we parted with a kiss
Between sister and brother.
I’d just four days to see the change
Before again we had to part.
Our eyes cannot see past the range,
But range means nothing to the heart.
So I saluted one time more
And walked away to catch my flight.
I smiled, walking past the door,
But on the plane I cried all night.
And thus my mustang flew away,
Unbridled by her childhood fear,
And so I wait until the day
My airman once again is near.
The Daily Travesty 