A Stealth-fighter

Her legs were like a Stealth-fighter
Sleek and thin,
With limited, resistance
Or finesse to begin.
But; once she rode and roared...
Above the clouds
Her; supersonic adventures
They just; sounded, absurd.
But; folk they still kept
Coming, any how’s
Like a flock of raven black birds.
Once, she found her target.
But; missed it by yards...
Now she just stays institute.
Counting-up; the same old, air miles.