Eye Catcher

Eyecatcher watch the showery inky sky Focus eyes saw a thousand stars go by. They sang paradise tweet songs in the tree While going up on all branches to see The stars bringing down gems from heaven, Many earthworms, borne their wish given. The distinction might be the world they gave, like beautiful flowers sprawled on a grave. With names, we have steadfast on our breath, They live and taste the sacrament of death. Leave careless eyes to roam for possession, Their striking lament attracts attention. Other birds join in the hunting fellowship, Pecking at wood and dirt with the coarse lip. Each one near, with distance barely apart, Not close enough to break the other’s, heart. Eyecatcher, among the pleasant pheasant, Covered in a brilliant colored garment. From plumage to yellow crest tip red. Their distinctive scarlet breast in beauty fed, Dark shoulders, feathers, and striking long tail, It's upper back, apocalypse green and pale. Eyecatcher, elegance in picturesque scene Oriental plumes, a tropical paradise dream.