Poetry Week, Day 3: The Red Devil

Feathers red.

Vibrant, colorful nature.

Stout beak.

A character, unbreakable.

From one branch,

to another.

It’s territory¬†so small,

yet an empire to him.

A bird to mere humans.

A red devil king to the wild.

Some say, he represents loved ones,

lost.

Some say, he flies just to be.

Whatever he is, he is special,

to me.