The Impostor
The Impostor
I, Strelitzia come to surprise
by turning your sightings up-side-down
with my vibrant costume and disguise.
Fiery plumage forms my crested crown
with feathery tips of indigo.
My boat-shaped beak is a mossy brown.
You’ll stop and stare at my bloomin’ show
of regal garb that always deceives—
a subject fitting for a Van Gogh.
Amid long blue-gray leathery leaves,
I can perch, I can pose, unafraid,
protected from would-be floral thieves.
It’s all a part of my masquerade.
Hummingbird visits—just part of the game,
though they’re not fooled by my sly charade.
I’m in the Imposter’s Hall of Fame
because everyone has to look twice.
Time to unmask and reveal my name:
It’s me! It’s me! Bird of Paradise.
Copyright © Bob Bergman | Year Posted 2015
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