Clean and comb
Each precious plume.
Perch and stretch
‘Neath blistering moon.
Lift and fluff
Each pretty quill
Pluck and preen
With long thin bill.
Stand aloft
In leafless tree –
We bow to you
Bird of Fantasy!
Desert winds
Blow all around
Dissolving feathers pink and blue!
A breath of wind
And you are gone –
Just dust and colour
In a heat-wave storm!

22.02.07