Avian Legos

...to the finessed fowl humming by my ear tell me Did anyone ever tell you just how glad they are to have you here? Poignant eyes, azure crown, that lightasapenny frame... (how monstrous we must appear! our human eyes like soccer balls) We have only God to blame... ...and our senses to thank for perceiving such a lovely scene right here in our midst: organic motors in a danceswirlblur, taking quicksips of wine through a toothpick straw (do I need to make a list?) Well, how about this: pleasantly economical, tenderly blue-breasted, (quicker than a shuriken star? you guessed it!) And O how I would shield you from anything that came your way My palms would be your perch... My fingers be your bars... But alas, none such as you, could ever be cast into a cage (for the angels would rage! and even the most committed readers would surely turn the page) But rest assured I wouldn't dream deprive you of your feast of purple watermelon splendor (those pretty pearls of amethyst are yours to conquer!) O Caffeinated Contraption... O Sweet Dream of Buzzing Thoughts... You could be crushed like a pop can at the flippant cruelty of man... ...but who would dare? blasphemy to merely think it, 'twould be an acceptable breach of free speech to burn the words that expressed it (fly free, oh sweet heresy, into the ashen breeze) "There's nothing more beautiful than you." said the God who placed each feather in with such gingercare and thoughtful pause-- (His Cosmic Hands caught in the Avian Lego Jar, smirking at the plasticity of His own laws)