birdwatching

a slight after banding your red crest coxcomb?
the head of a roc affixed to a mawk.
you're the object of rearrangement,a migration of intention,
a sport or a rite of spectation.
the lens makes two of you, reflecting its own boundary:
one to praise the other's span,
a scenic mirror.
your audience is you, duplicate.
there's a price for that crest,
the emptor of zero wants the sale.

i'd call but i can't affect the pitch you anwer to.