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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