Bird Feminism On A Saturday Morning
Before the blazing
blue of summer sky,
your raucous calls and
feathered foolery,
your trickster moves
and flashing splendory,
catch even my eye.
May she beware your
silver-throated songs,
your prowess dance
of masculinity.
May she discover
creative power,
and a courageous flight plan
of her own,
discover self-reliance, heart
and mind,
before she settles for your nest
to call her home.
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Love it all!!
I love this, too, especially how I’m sold on the “raucous calls and/feathered foolery” before I get to the warning.
The great avian mating season!
And your great description of it.
You do understand the ritual of birds. Their songs do have a biological urge to them.
Love it. So birdy. So true.