chi il bel sogno Di Doretta by t. j. nixon His aggressive nature attracts me to sweet nectar. His red hypnotizes my eye. The halo iridescence of feathers sensuously pounding shock waves to my nerve. With one blink he is gone like a day dream impossible to realize.A longing resulting in elusive fruition.Knowing the probability of unfulfilled dreams, i scream quietly "come back little Sheba "