puffed up feathers
winter is here
you surprise the
bird nerds
with your presence
we watch in awe
like groupies at
a rock concert
falling over each other
desperate to get a look
at the star of the day

you visit the lower Cape
sitting regally on a branch
brown feathers soon to
become a painting of
indigo passion
we delight in your company
ornithologist wannabes

you turn your delicate head
to peer at us recording
the crowd of admirers
a winter tourist who
brings joy to the masses
of admiring fans