Whistles and a flurry of crimson wings
signals he watches when she looks for him;
skyward, eyes where he sways on cedar, sings,
flinging bursts of flattering hymns at whim.
How odd their courtship leads to this courtyard
the hen shares with the She who crafts alone
Romance poems; his own beguile the bard,
vermilion audacity proudly shown.
Purty, purty, purty, his tenor trill
thrills Her vanity. Silly, She knows none
but the feathered one fulfills – (Her, who will?)
his mate for life – (Her home by extension).
The Creator makes Books good as Covers:
Designs good-looking heroes, best lovers?
Oh I just love her fluttering wings! We have seen lots of them lately too. I love their song. I didn't realize that sound I'd always loved was coming from a male cardinal calling for his mate. ;~) Wonderful blend of layers, image and text!!!
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