Dawns erupts... with songs of spring
It seems..a cacophony
But then the rhythm...intertwining
If you listen...then you\'re knowing
Slowly
Little tweet...
Competes and preens..
Hid behind.. new flora
Growing..spilling out from old
Boldly
Although unseen ...
These tweets..they mean.. a lot ..
To dour..unseen hen
But she be looking..listening
Coldly
Damn...the man can sing...!!!
Feathers..brilliant.. many hues..
All puffed up ..a grand display
How can he lose?..
Sadly
In this month of glory..
May a hundred others..flock
Through the buoyant air they swim
Alas..all look a lot like him
Dour one...no colors needing
It all comes down to..
Selective breeding