Poem for Hour Seven (7/24)

Stunning sword-billed hummingbirds perfectly suited to forests from which it hails,

Obviously macaws soar like colorful kites through tropical air

Up above flame-faced tanagers, singing in the canopy, happily,

Take a gander at upland geese if you please, but back under the trees,

Holographic, looks intact with mesmerizing green plumage, green ibis shies

Amidst leaves and hides,

Magellanic oystercatcher with

Eyes intense,

Rides

In between water and sky, on

Currents of air which hold it aloft, and throw its distinct whistled voice against shorelines and

Across.

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