Kew

Waiting for the sun to shine with the largest audience he opened up. Cameras flashing lens zooming. A cacophony of screams, screeches, shouts. Children skip run finger tip his feathers. He circles. Wind bellowing his sail. Stills the air before shaking his feathers, rippling eyes flashing fires of stars. Rattle snake whispering stroke of thunder. You are beautiful I say out loud again and again and again...