Hush…

(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.

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