Like a flame his plume is wild,
Yet perfectly formed,
A regal blue and crown of gold,
A wondrous cavern of treasure in every eye-shaped fold,
The hint of black, the splash of purple, the green that’s taken hold,
A delicate vision,
It’s easy to see he’s breathtakingly bold.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
Like a flame his plume is wild,
Yet perfectly formed,
A regal blue and crown of gold,
A wondrous cavern of treasure in every eye-shaped fold,
The hint of black, the splash of purple, the green that’s taken hold,
A delicate vision,
It’s easy to see he’s breathtakingly bold.
written in 2009
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