I do not trivialize the birds’ brain,

Be that as it may, external beauty charms.

As shades and sparks of colors flutter through vervain,

Light casts a glow among the velvet, feathered arms.

The small wings by grace crown the sky,

And melodious refrains echo in thy mind.

How can one turn such a blind eye?

These creatures' beauty surmount any of my humankind.

And to only admire the mystifying owl

The coarse call of the paint-splashed, red-wing blackbird.

Hummingbird’s metallic buzzing, so small a fowl.

The colors of the paradise before me stir.

        But I shall not forget the simple feathers outside my window sing,

        For standards of beauty and talent may not be everything.