The Resplendent Quetzal

by Samuel De Lemos

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I know the characteristics
of a certain bird.

His plumage colors
sublime-verdant,
his belly a hell fire
red.

His song, sweet
when heard.

Rhythmical crying,
morose.

Solitary, once he leaves
the nest,
his cry can be heard
throughout the rainforest.

Hidden in a double ended
wooden cave, he can never
be spotted taking his rest.

The ancient Mayans
worshiped
his pedantic
ways.

Impossible it was
to live in captivity,
he’d rather choose
the sweetness of death.

In the Nahuatl language
from a distant past,

Quetzalli–

your resplendent
feathers an admonition
of beauty.

Solemnly,
upholding the right
to be free.

Only in flight
can you be truly
perceived.

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