DAYTIME

It is true that our potoo takes on a terrifying appearance in the dark; however, it is not much better during the day. A little calmer, yes. Camouflaged between a branch, motionless, for hours and more hours, like a stake. Though he has such droopy eyelids, do not be fooled into thinking he sleeps: he always leaves an imperceptible gap open so as to not miss a single detail. Right now, the legends that haunt him matter little. And there he is, with that disproportionately wide mouth outlining a smile, not moving a feather. Mesmerised, in the form of a Mini earring, with the light of day.