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Love Birds

This time of year, birds leave the flocks of winter,

spread out and return to old haunts of hinter.

To carve out a territory of summer near,

a place to mate, procreate, chicks to rear.

Birds arrive at a fence, wire, branch, or rooftop high,

sing their sweet songs as insects fill the sky.

They search the moist ground of new growth for seeds,

finding a worm or two here or there to meet their needs.

Ever watchful as they search, for danger's nearby,

and in an instant, birds have to leap and then, fly.

Males, wearing their bright colorful plumage bold,

brag of their prowness to females in dances old.

When she is ready, lets him know who is the one,

allowed, only then, to mate and strut from his fun.

When bonded, the two love birds set off to make a nest.

It must be in a very safe place and better than all the rest.

She settles in to lay her eggs; he feeds if she begs.

When the laying is over, she twitters softly over eggs.

She becomes very hungry and must leave the nest.

He steps in to take her place, give her time to rest.

Couples both keep the eggs warm, turned and dry,

through all kinds of wind, rain and hot sun fry.

Soon, the chicks break through their shells and hatch,

both mother and father have children by the batch.

Couples both must work together, to feed,

all the gaping mouths of their breed.

Very soon, it's time to kick the chicks from the nest,

and make them learn to fly and all the rest.

And, if tragedy befell nest, eggs or chicks,

lay new eggs and start all over, taking hard licks.

Birds live long and have many offspring,

parents have to teach them everything.

For many hazards stand in each young bird's way,

to live a full long life while easily becoming instant prey.

Still, birds show such signs of love,

often seen together two by two.

"Until death do us part." Seems to be the golden rule.

Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull

4/5/18

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