The pheasant
A royal visitor to our garden
clothed in robes of silk
glowing in the sunlight
copper and gold,
purple, blue, red
white scarf snowy white.
he stands on the rail
six feet from our window
does he know he’s free
from gun and dog
strutting on the lawn
beneath the tree?
stay pretty bird
in sunshine bright
nature’s living treasure
for eyes to admire
not guns to blast
but to give us pleasure
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