In the late hours of the night,
and the early hours of the morning,
a large broad-chested bird,
with uncoiffed, overhanging
orange plumage atop his head,
defiantly struts across the ground.
He chirps frequently and loudly,
in short, simple digital messages –
one hundred forty characters or less.
Crowing, he broadcasts his thoughts,
unfiltered into the atmosphere;
unsupported alternative facts,
and lies believed to be true.