A Bird Of Sorts

A poem I wrote in the eleventh grade.

How gracefully 
She flew

From windowpane 
To countertop

A bird of sorts;
But all dressed up.

With spotted wings
And beaded eyes
And royal hues.

A bird of sorts;
But made of glass.

And paper wings
And cardboard legs.

A bird of sorts;
But without voice.

Silent as the evening sun.

She descends.

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[Murray Emerland]

Another question: is there any way to do italics in the editor? Appreciate any help.