Asian openbill

In colors bold, a canvas alive,

A masterpiece emerges to thrive,

Anastomus oscitans, a wondrous bird,

Captivating the world with every word.

With graceful wings, stretched wide and free,

It soars through realms of artistic glee,

A creature of beauty, feathered delight,

Unveiling secrets in strokes of light.

Its plumage a tapestry, a vibrant array,

Azure and indigo, a heavenly display,

As if the hues of twilight's kiss,

Unfurling magic with every brush's bliss.

On canvas, it dances, mid-air it suspends,

In subtle strokes, a story transcends,

Each stroke, a whisper, a tale untold,

A symphony of colors, rich and bold.

The artist's hand, a conduit of dreams,

Breathing life into the scene it seems,

Capturing essence, its spirit unfurls,

As vibrant as the rainbow's swirling swirls.

Anastomus oscitans, a mystical sight,

A painted portrait, a celestial flight,

A muse for the heart, the soul, and the eye,

Transcending boundaries, to touch the sky.

Oh, let this painting sing, its colors ring,

Awakening hearts, emotions it brings,

For in its canvas realm, dreams come alive,

Anastomus oscitans, forever will thrive.