The Truculent Wonder (Red Wattlebird)

You hold nature's careful hand,

as you whistle in a glorious band,

beware, for if we come too close,

we might suffer an evil stroke.

Your majestic wings are jewelled with umber, 

as I watch enviously from down under, 

you spread your wings and take flight, 

which makes a remarkable sight.

Deep in the woodland you hide your treasure,

and admire it to your pleasure, aggressive as a soldier, wanting to fight,

never surrendering, like a coward might.

Your crimson eyes witness me, your brave, fierce soul is one of the things I see,

I look deep into your eyes,

knowing I might never see you again.