SATIN BOWERBIRD
Hush!
Creep
down to
Cypress pines
to spy out treasure.
It’s a palace, splendidly blue.
Weavings of twig,
held together
with jumbled juices of
crushed leaves
and decaying fruits.
Blue-
black
plumage,
strikingly glossy,
clear violet-blue
eyes
seeking to capture
pieces of blue straw,
soft blue feathers
from parrots and
stolen threads from
blue canvasses,
blue pegs from
clothes line,
blue beer bottle tops,
pressed into mosaics
so fine.
Careful now!
Watch how he dances.
Strutting and
preening.
What is this
glittering display?
He, with chain saw
mimicry and birdsong, a’ trilling
In ornate palace,
he woos her to stay.
A magnificent obsession
‘in’
blue.
VGow.
11/06/17.
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