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