The visitor?

In the glistening sunset, The toucan settled curved and inert on a tree limb. With bright wings and a broad, extended nose. The toucan's head swayed from side to side like a boat on the waves. It's ears listened to the quietness of the trees. It's diminutive, chocolate eyes looked for the petite bug to feast on. Then the toucan was ready to carry on. It opened it's spacious, powerful wings, lifted from it's limb and shifted away in the forest.

Mafi Iongi