dreams to the extreme...

Flapping my wings is part of my dance, I use all the parts to express ~
Becoming the music is a key, joins me fully and free.
My claws be the beat, the cadence I keep, in-sync with drum & bass ~
My core the rhythm, the feeling given, body gyrations and such.
Wings are for high pitch and melody, for floating and making space ~
Usually my eyes are mostly shut, using the third one, for harmonious gaze.
Lots of other creatures, featured too. Apes & snakes, cats & bats, wood sprites & fae ~
All moving and grooving, always behooving,  in all sorts of fine way. 
The DJ , the conductor, magician and instructor, setting the stage, soft to rage.
I like it best, building to high vibe, ecstatic chaotic, stretching out wide.
Sometimes I soar, weightless from earth. Up in the trees, swooping the breeze.
Then back again, usually when, the sound has a strong rap beat ~
Grounding the feet, tight embrace, soulful, R&B treat.