Plumed Serpent/Fabled Phoenix/Rare Black Swan: Let Poetry now shoot you from the sky; Your sin, though trendy, shall no more rage on . . . They’ll see you’re just a Dodo by and by.
You puffed and fanned, a dazzling Peacock Star It’s high time you descended here to earth. We see you for the Emu that you are: Your gender, like your ***—assigned at birth.
PROMPT: write a poem about your favorite bird Dang. This is one of my best. But you fickle readers don't see it. Sigh...