It is like looking at you through a window

You are like us, a

And how we dance

We, the clipped-winged wonders

Sometimes awkwardly

Sometimes in tune

Sometimes out of whack

Sometimes even sublimely

But always touched by a hint of the grotesque

We are what we are

So I look at you as if through a window

Sometimes you seem close

Sometimes hopelessly out of reach

But there you arethere you are