I stretch my wings

Who is she that unfurls such hidden majesty?

A gray cloak, somber and ashen, until the release

Of fluorescent fucia and magenta plumage

The dourness vanquished with the revealing 

Of hidden colour, lofted valour

I stretch my wings

Arching on the wind

Underneath the magnificent force,

Unseen substance billowing forth
Lifting roseate spoonbill songs
Majestically