First time I saw a scissor-tailed flycatcher <br />I thought it was a vision, <br />So elegant in bridal gown, <br />So rare, the long train trailing behind. <br />Looking out of place in this arid high plain. <br />I was in the rough part of McKenzie Park <br />Full of thorny mesquite and prickly pear cactus, <br />rattlesnakes and horny toads, <br />Seemed like everything came armed for combat, <br />Except for this improbable bird <br />Singing on a fence, <br />A diva rising into her blue notes.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scissor-tailed-flycatcher/
