Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over

Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking

establishing pecking order like ducks,

or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
(yepper blame pandemonium on the fox)
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks

at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn

encompassing another honorable guest

with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)

even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn

hence lacking bravado and brawn

this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet

trundled off to parts unknown you bet

far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss-cuss

sing demerits of being in debt

ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret

full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let

down, not simply because of stork disparity

with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!