Siting on a low branch was this bird
no more than few moments from myself
singing-looking was their magical act
rare sounds like water sipping to attract.

From behind, his overcoat was clear green
up to her long tail looking quetzal to me
they turn around to project their chest
an orange-dust composition to be heard.

Luminous soft hat made confidence in her head
his movements were quiet, with eyes to be safe
she peek him almost flying to farther rivers
in stillness no time was actually needed.

31/10/2020