
In Plain Sight
Perched atop golden,
fluffy cattails, confidently
exclaiming, Here I am!
Crimson red wings,
glowing in contrast to
his black-as-night body.
There is no mistaking him,
and I think he knows it.
His ability to remain
perfectly balanced on
such a fragile stage.
His “I did it my way”
anthem soaring across
the field, remarkable!
I’m not sure whether
to bow, smile, or perhaps
simply call Bravo! Encore!

Nice…one of my favorite birds.
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Thank you, Dianne. 😊
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome. =) ♥
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I like the line “His “I did it my way.” Fun poem.
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Thanks, Ali. ❤️
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