Bards Of A Feather

friend, heard an interesting spring bird
in catchy tunes with a lovely word
today, calling to this lonely chica
seems he's no city slicka
on a balanced limb of tranquility
just singing so happily
a cheery hello, his "Yo!"
outside my open window
such a hearty soul fellow, a flit of lust
tells me to mellow, just trust
a little who-who? with all eternity free
asking me to join him in a greening tree
and no, it's not some wispy willow
with feather duster or overstuffed pillow
but quite nice for a tired weeping widow
this soft-lined nest is best, kiddo
listen, his song in the throng
has me singing-winging-migrating along
see, we truly duo-ly beat -- tweet-tweet!
two bards of a feather
braving any weather together
so, friend, if you want me
back for next spring's fling
just don't cut down our tree

(c) 2004 Mumsleigh Sinclair aka Rennie Lorca