The Golden Feather

Last night
I was visited
By a golden coloured
Fantastical bird of paradise
It was somewhere betwixt
A Kingfisher, a Peacock, and part Dragonfly
And although it's plumage
Was mostly golden
It was like it had dipped the tips of it's wings
Into a rainbow
It eyed me curiously
Wandered around the room
Then suddenly
Leapt onto my bed
My mouth was agape
At this majestic looking creature
But i was also wondering
Where had it come from?
And how on Earth
It had gotten into my room
And was further surprised
When it suddenly spoke to me
"Are you trying to catch flies?"
These words broke the spell
And i found myself feeling a little disappointed
As if i could of imagined such a creature speaking
That surely such a creature as this
Would of spoken some words
Of profound wisdom, or magical incantations
Rather than questioning why my mouth was agape
So i gave a simple reply
"No!"
"I was yawning!"
"Be careful with that"
Said the Magical Golden Rainbow bird
"Else, one day, you may be yawning
Whilst the Purple Nymph Tongue Flies are present"
"They like to dwell within cavenous fleshy spaces!"
And with that
The Magical Golden Rainbow bird fantastical creature thingy
Began laughing to itself
Once i'd gathered my wits, or the dregs of their remains
I got over my initial being struck into awe, and silence
Of not just the appearance of this magical creature
And my surprise that not only could it speak
But that it also had a sense of humour
So i asked, "Where have you come from?"
And are you related to Mocking Birds!"
At this
The Magical Golden Rainbow 'Mocking' Humorous Fantastical Creature
Eyed me curiously, with one of its three eyes
(Forgot to mention the third eye, to overwhelmed with all else!)
And said
"I'd thought you'd realise
Where i'd come from!"
"I only exist, because you have imagined me!"
And then, just like a Phoenix
It burst into flames
And disappeared
Yet curiously
It had somehow left
One golden feather behind
With a rainbow tip!

by Jemia