The music of sweet breezes, resound within soft
air,
The sky was blue & sun was warm, the day
balmy & fair,
Choral voices echoing, from all sky´s fine feathered
choirs,
Fledglings watch neb-gaped, from overhead taut
wires.
Ravens in silk ebon gowns, sashayed through
heaven´s halls,
All birds arrived two by two, to God´s spring
feathered ball,
Swans in pearly satins, tits in blue & flamingoes
in their pinks,
Parrots in gaudy garbs & old crows dressed
in midnight inks.
The waiters, they were penguins, all strutting
black & white,
Tropical coloured friends from far afield, a
fest for weary sight,
And all the birds of paradise, in gaudy gowns
of rainbow hues,
Shrikes painted in scarlet kisses & those
little birds in cyan blues.
Dancing,
dipping & waltzing, through weathered wafting winds,
All mantled in feathered finery, far finer than
furry skins or fins,
Trailing trains of tails, in flying arabesques
of gentle plumes,
Up, up & away they dance, to heaven´s ballet
of milky moons.
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