Plummage of black, green and gold
With head held high and mighty bold
It firmly stands and strikes a pose
For his mates pleasure, who's draped in rose
He wallows, he dances
In front of her, he prances
Oozing in confidence
As she turns and glances
With his mighty colors
Standing strong with fate
He shakes his tail
Winning over his mate.
C. Vergara
09.01.2010
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with a message. Enjoyed the flow and concept. Thanks for sharing. 'With his mighty colors Standing strong with fate He shakes his tail Winning over his mate.'.. is nice.