Birds of Paradox Bronze-wing pigeon Stout bronze body. Corporeal wings boast chevrons of brown and ivory, The time of birdsong has come. Her voice is heard again in the land Singing her native name “Koomara”. From her breast, she plucks milk for her chicks. A football-funambulist, she ventures a delicate step. Thereupon her wing-tips shake out Jewel-panels, green of emeralds, and gold, and Air Force blue. Red-tailed black cockatoo Dressed in black ruffles, a black mantilla above, His shucking beak a shell of tinctured ink, A shock of textures. He kisses his mate-for-life lovingly, ceremonially; Tango…
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