I sometimes fly below the radar
That is my private lane
I keep my quiet tone mellow
In silence I sustain
The gentle wind blows on my face
It makes me feel so free
The yellow sun casts my shadow
As it dances next to me
Slowly I walk unknowingly
On this my hallowed path
Nowhere do I hear a bellow
Nowhere do I see wrath
You must not try to follow me
For I would just lay low
I may be in this hollow tree
But you may never know
I swim in the shallow end of life
But yes my words run deep
I allow you to enter my space now
But it is mine to keep
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This was a wonderful poem of brevity with a choc-a-block weight of humor that supports your title quite well! Good rhythm when I read it outloud and I love the ambiguity of the title:
Flying So Low or Flying Solo
Thank you for this very cute, delightfully imaginative, soloistic journey beyond Earth's atmosphere.
Barbra L - Officiating Judge for Ernie Johnson