XXVIII: Valiant Flight

A bubble rose from where my basin foamed

and flew on wings that my eyes couldn’t see.

I tried to pop it while by me it roamed

but much more agile were its moves than me.

Continuing, it flew to where my eyes

were following its pleasant little ride.

I blew upon it that it might not rise

and fall upon my face and there reside.

Alas, imperious threats of mine alack,