Menura

I'm hiding in plain sight, because I see Pleroma/Pan and S/He sees me. I am infused by the aroma of a fresh corroboree.

I spread out my tail to form davidic harp. If you ask me, I reckon I look pretty sharp as I camoflage in fronds below the canopy.

My shape dynamic and my stripes hectic. Subtle chocolate plumes make the atmosphere electric.

My enemies can't catch me. I confound them flawlessly by mimicking their fears. I am a profesional.

Eerie whispers, insect swarms, chainsaw massacres or deafenning warplanes engraving their blind ears. Driving them out of our forests by an effective motivational.

I prance beneath the trees so free as though I were microscopic. Have been doing so for years. And the results have been sensational.