Amongst hues of copper, lilac and mange tout
flittering balls of feather and dust
call and sing, dance in the wind.
I wonder if they mind the chatter
the clatter, over one another?
Beneath boughs and above leaves
feathers puff, beaks thrust and
fingernail wings wave in ecstasy
for sex, no rest.
To you, to me, bird song carries
lightly on a gust of woodland air,
To them, flitting to and fro,
It parries, attempts to marry
the bird next door.
Of course it matters,
Their chatter is ambitious, aggressive,
Mating in the wild is vicious
Yet to you, to me, bird song
lifts our spirits, links our fingers and
amongst the hues of copper, lilac and mange tout,
I fall in love with you.