The air around him flows
mysteriously
Heavy with an aura of other-worldly
insights
He perches alone, every turn of his
neck iconic
Cautious, graphing, reflecting,
plotting
The branch he sits, shared only by
his love---
He cares no attention, adulation,
validation
He is attention himself, his beak
and eyes solid,
Mettle---he pecks at his love’s
feathers
His thoughts inexplicable, what can
my colours
Capture other than his feathers,
eyes and beak?
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