Not quite a perfect formation

the sixth placed girl strayed out of line

She sets her own course, strays from the herd

She beats to a different drum and proudly proclaims her individuality

She is called Karen

I can hear the other birds calling her back

Hey Karen, get back in line please

begging her to complete the formation

she smiles, exuberayting such grace and poise 

as she says “fuck off”