(perhaps yes)
A black visitor in the forgotten garden walking with the weight of its memories in its back.
A black swirl in its head and a black mourning in its feathers, a black partner would make it easier.
(or perhaps not)
A black visitor dressed in deep velvet with sultry wings skilled in skies full of blue.
A black swirl in its head, the memory of the wind it commands, a black panther elegance in its walk.
Qhapaq 