Flutter Like Lightning

I know of birds whose very wing-flutters
Are faster than the lightning that threads the sky.
I know the secret that the demon-witch mutters.
Wherefore will you say that you know more than I?

I know of horses whose necks curve as they prance
Far faster than the lightning that threads the sky.
I know the secret of the Grand Spiral Dance.
Wherefore will you say that you know more than I?

I know of leopards who pounce on their prey
Near as fast as the lightning that threads the sky.
I know of women who know more than they say.
Wherefore will you say that you know more than I?

I know of secrets that will not let me rest,
Far keener than the lightning that threads the sky.
You do have a more peaceful heart in your breast;
Thereby may you say that you will sleep more than I.