Ode of the brave

I am not scared

of much

Not of spiders, snakes,

or such

I have never, ever

shied away from

danger

Not from heights,

Dark alleys,

Or strangers,

But the one,

and only thing,

that has just might,

have the potential

to give me,

a fright

Is to be caught

surrounded,

nowhere to run,

nowhere to go,

conspicuously,

embarrasingly,

Flying low.