Busy, busy, high performer
Another task not far away
Yet pokes her head around the corner
Just to ask “are you okay?”
Stern and fierce, draconic fire
Yet only ever in defence
Feline patience, slow to ire
Favours, rather, common sense
Artistic prowess not just a rumour
For help one must merely ask
But be on guard for biting humour
Teasing angel in a mask
Words: her weapons and her playthings
An easy command she has of them
Code she weaves like hearts craft longings
A truly rare and wondrous gem
Mighty wings, like divine breath, her
Presence gentle as the slightest breeze
Aptly named is WingedZephyr
Heart bandit, leader, friend and tease