I coaxed the bird with a slight nip of rum
daylight was broken, the moon rejects sun.
I told him to sing a song of the sea
as he used his beak to straddle my knee.
Then a change appeared and we were amazed
his feathers shone and his eyes were glazed
with backdrops of reflected sea waves light
as he sang her charms with his small lungs might.
His song began with simple shrill high chords
tumultuous sands, primal island shores,
steady breakers pound the rock earthen shelf
colors heaving on his plumed proud breast.
Great storms and tempests as his notes grew low,
cyclones dancing with maiden waves in tow
fast rising peaks, driving angry black cloud rains
arousing white horse charioteer refrains.
Seas relenting into glistening eaves
flowing soundboards whispering to the breeze
of her fluid hands and clear pensive face
nurturing nature with unwavering grace.
Captain Cur
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