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Lady Bowerbird, Lady Bowerbird
By Oscar S. Cisneros
Feathers, shiny trinkets, different shades of shiny blue
Like the feathers of a raven and the glimmering of their hue.
Arranged before the bower in simple symmetry
Do you like it nicely, my delicacy?
I dance little dance amid baubles left and right
All placed in order for the pleasure of your sight.
At your peekaboo perch of twigs made into feathers
Not too slow, not too quick -- patience is always better.
