The Twitterer

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.