Mating Season

Winter's exit saw a smile on my green tree Tiny leaves budding on barren branches Where a sparrow posed in white cheeks Donning on gray neck a broad black bib, The sparrow did speak with its tiny beak A song of chirps sounding romantic lyrics Facing a purple tree's flowery boutique Where a female danced to chirpy music, Female being adorned in brownish attire Looked to the male in glimpses and glare Showing of its tree's purple white blooms Flapping wings to fly, but going nowhere. Putting on charm, male bounced around Circling the female, displaying warmth When suddenly they flew, as if by a plan Chatter they beheld, hard to understand. Blooming resolutely, green tree swings Crowning white blossoms on tiny twigs On branches that host a tidy grassy nest Inside of which rest grayish white eggs. May 7, 2018