Your chaste white feathers
Your dainty feet
Your dazzling eyes the colour of heathers
As you gift us a precious tweet.
You hold an olive branch
One dedicated to peace
Your feathers seem more bleached
As they swing in the breeze.
Young lavender eyes sparkle
Unlike that of a hawk’s
Your coat seems to bristle
Are you trying to talk?
You are my muse, my model, my favourite bird
You are an angel in disguise
You seem to destroy and calm discord
As you flap your wings, hoping to rise.
You’re my inspiration, my cherub, the bird I hold dear
You’re the goddess of harmony, the kindest animal
You’re the puzzle piece, the last gear
You bless us with concord, very admirable.
You’re a disguise of Fortuna, the spreader of Fortune
Your coos are melodic to the ear
You shun fighting and war, discord and torture
You’re the defender of serenity, the Peaceful Musketeer.