My imaginary bird-Poem

A bird which fascinates me is of unusual kind,

It’s one of the rarest you would ever find.

My imaginary bird has a beak of red and blue blotches,

With its plethora of colours, to a wooden branch, it always clutches.

A turquoise body and a violet tail,

Flies freely, in a storm or when the winds are frail!

On its emerald head stands a majestic crown,

It is so elegant that a peacock would start to frown.