By Ken Allan Dronsfield A flash of color moves across the emerald canopy.A long beak, like a sunrise, is poised among broad leaves.Eyes alert while surveying the tangled vines of green.Night’s humidity lingers on their glossy clean feathers.They perch on ancient branches, guardians of morning.Cacophony rises—a language unknown to humankind.Beak dips into a cluster of … Continue reading Toucan Epochs
Academy of the Heart And Mind 