[satuurnity]

Poem:

Beautiful, Flowing, Scarlet decoration,
Wrapped around the neck of the quail,
As he proudly parades it infront of the nation.

It's vibrant colour reflects all light,
Seemingly it glows, and somehow stays ablaze all night.

The quail stands tall,
And the crowd watches in awe,
As he gracefully dances about the floor.

But suddenly all the eyes are averted
As the ribbon fashion is quickly departed.

A small scaly creature comes in the door,
Wearing a funky feather boa
she was insuperior to the quail no more.

It shone orange and was bright,
And it attracted birds from the skies,
And for her they sung a melody just right.

The joyful sound was not a note out of tune,
And with this song in her heart the lizard felt glorious until noon.