The pukekoe.

In the creek, I espy a beautiful bird,
Red beak and stringy legs.
A small dollop for a head,
And a curiously long neck,
Playing peek-a-boo-
My friends are you?
Some say it is elusive,
But I think it is shy.
It hides and flees,
scurrying on its two feet,
And glimpses at you from behind the trees.
Its beauty is a thing to observe,
lending color to the background gray.
purple wings with violet glitter,
A tinge of the peacock and a tinge of the rose,
With a dash coloring life’s myriad canvas,
Oh! peekaboo, the pukekoe.