White Terns
Come fly with me
said she
One good tern
deserves
another
And did I so yearn
with her to share
the air
Up we soared
and down we roared
between the sea's deep blue
and sky's paler hue
Between the waves’ white spray
and clouds high away
As speeding arrows, we traced
two trails across foam crests
calling as we raced
pure, sweet nothings
And sharp as scimitars
our slim, white wings
spray and air did slice
Enough said she, no more
And down and down she dove
and through the great pine’s boughs
a twisting path she wove
wings fluttering fast
until at last
by her side she bid me settle
So I passed the test
that measured well my mettle
that meant with her I’d nest
Like some other species White Terns engage in courtship flights. The male flies after the female matching her aerobatics as best he can. Apparently his genes are being tested
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