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Loud and raucous; violent to defend its territory; graceful and awkward both.
A bit seasonal, the same way a life can be, or so much like a goose.
It rises, honking, to defend it's young, to peak out food,
to have sex with other graceless, goofy creatures like itself.
Sometimes--
Quiet.
Almost.
But.
At.
Any moment:
It takes flight over your head,
noisily, narrowly missing you, or narrowly hitting you,
depending on your point of view.
In the wild, it often flies, and struts
and seldom makes a sound
other than the deliberate path through the brush. But elegant.
Domesticated-- less so.
At home, it waddles, you see, speaks a bit more. But still interesting.
Once it crosses your mind, should you
be so lucky, it stretches out mighty
wings to push away lesser birds.
But if it never crosses you, well, maybe you can live with that, also.
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