Through the aviary,
sparrows streak yellow,
flashes of blue,
shadows over the ferns.
You capture the light
in prisms,
making it dance-
chase the birds in circles
through the dome sky.
Giant lilies dip close to the water.
A plane of bees
vibrate and shift,
tipping the flowers
close to the ground.
Through the refractory nature
of glass, you fire at the creatures-
the incendiary focus of sunlight,
just missing the birds,
who pause on branches, mocking you,
cocking their heads
to stare down
at the pockmarks below.