Mating RitualsA Poem by JayceeCAs requested by CD
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?"
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