Flexing neck, like a writhing snake
Orange beak pecking, bristling feathers
Pure white what choice has it but to be
A snow bird, neck like a waves crest crashing
Combed like the mane of a Kelpie
Back like a white bread bun
Like a leaven creature of the lake
Half in Half out undecided
Sky or Water which it preferred
Perhaps its own reflection?
Is there a word for rippling body matrix
Of muscles in formation?
For the wings spread, tendons extended
Changing becoming something more
Like a dragon evolving
Just glimpsed at by the observer
Out spread flinging dislodged grit
Mites or dirt across the surface
Like its Purity is its guard
Its white queenly gown
Sets her above all else around
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