Gentle glide through shades of blue
A mournful cry I hear from you
Soft warm dampness to the touch
And to my breast your beauty's clutched

Your feathered body ducks and dives
You go about your looney lives
I see you dance across the waves
She sees you too and is your slave

Such a sight my eyes to see
Your mating dance of privacy
I close my eyes and turn away
To return again some other day

Spring is just around the corner. Time for teh return of our winged friends.