This is Red Wolf’s Wordle!
Not all birds are of a feather,
Sit upon the chestnut’s branches
The peacock trills alone
In a farm near my house,
His tail wheel colored in flashy blues …
The swallow blends in with the shadows,
Unlike the flashy peacock …
When the next full moon shines,
He’ll leave our shores for Africa
Perhaps getting caught in the monsoon.
The trills and fluty song on the wind
Of the birds at sunset,
Fill my heart with joy …
Standing on this mountain path
I sing at the top of my lungs.