Mrs. Pheasant

Mrs Pheasant flaps wings

thinks she is flying

squawks loud and clear.

Seconds later

ascent fulfilled

on top wooden fence.

Appears surprised

confusion on her face

“how did this happen? “

Teeters along the wooden strait

ability, talent displayed

what to do now?

Wavers, balance challenged,

places foot by foot

progresses along beam as gymnast would.

Pauses, spreads wings,

stretches body, then neck,

surveys surroundings.

Proudly dismounts,

elegantly, softly descends

to bank below.

Pauses to consider

'I did that well'

or does she?