In the eye of the storm
When all else flee
Who raises their tail feather
In dancing mockery?
Plumage of unmatched beauty
An iridescent spread
Cast wide like an enchantment
Of a supernatural thread.
O Lord of the Avifauna
Favoured fowl of fate
A thousand eyes unveiled
To dispel the mirth of hate.
In the eye of the storm
When all else flee
Let panic not set
Dance will set you free.



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