Last year,two months this year, the coated birds migrated from forest to bush.
I digitally watched them flock sanctuaries and sing adage anthems.
The analog era crushed in a flash.
Virtual feathers of a somewhat new plight heated the system.
Amongst the flock a peculiar bird,that reminded me of a way back cockerel.
Deep red feathers,dark eyes,swift mobility,convincing voice,diligent winds of answers.
As it elevates a yellow horn is blown to showcase its promised jewels.
This dove propels confusion towards the white flag dancers.
Should they conform to its jubilant color of rage and love?
Or reproach it cordially in a resplendent forlorn fight?
Amber is on,the earth dwellers have chosen to chew raw cloves.
As they watch them display their might of flight.
Shall it or has it towered the Aves?
By M.O.O aka C.E
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