Mating Rituals

The warm evening breeze Caresses my skin as I sit Beneath the old garden elm. The chatter of birds echoes Through the trees as they perform Their spring mating ritual. Redbirds, mocking-jays, and hummers Scurry from limb to limb, jealously Chasing foe from new-found lovers. Enjoying the serious antics, I hear the voice of the mourning dove Calling its forever mate in the distance. My thoughts turn to my own mate. No longer within my sight I remember your every detail as last seen. You have left me as a bird in winter: Sure to return to this nest As time marches slowly, And yet I ponder the burning question Weighing upon my soul. "Did you take out the trash, Dear?"