A crest of midnight, a flash of red
While shadows dance, songs are spread
No garish plume, just silent grace
A subtle and sublime beauty in this space.
But when her velvet throat unfolds
An upbeat and lyrical melody, pure gold
A chattering, sweet, and intricate trill
That binds the forest to be still.
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