Loitering,
I shriek out a striking call
Shimmering,
I fan out my feathers
Warning,
I array my eyespots
Alarming,
I count human bad luck
Dazzling,
I display my being
Winning,
I convince her
Inspiring,
Let’s do something
Beautiful together!
A Prayer of Oblation
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