BROOD II
Let the siren
in soft percussion
of clicking wings
and the sexy
male song of pursuit
awaken your senses.
Hums to crescendo
soft to strident.
Like stars in the sky
the more you focus
the more you see.
Lose yourself
in the pageantry.
Fleeting ebullient pleasure,
eye feasting excursion
to savor.
-Sue Neufarth Howard
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Yes! Trying to look at them this way.