Sprite in Communications

A sprite resided in the classroom’s nook
and flew without a word that could be heard
above the banter of the babbling brook.
She sang as loudly as a hummingbird.

She fluttered in flowers among the trees
and sweetened bitter nectar with her air,
but who could notice such majestic fleece?
Not even hawks could spot her in her chair.

But when she took the stage, the world witnessed
the stars eclipsed by the span of her wings.
Her flutter could not keep pace with my chest.
Her nose’s crinkle did unwrinkle things.

Oh, sprite. Why did you have to hide from sight?
Without your light, the summer’s endless night.

Critique

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