Poem: Courtship
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Courtship
Bowerbird sings to his lady love:
Now see what I've made you—
a courting nest with leaves and flowers,
with tiny shells and stones of blue,
with lacy fern and foil wraps
and seven shiny bottle caps.
I found a brush of tender bark
and berry juice to paint inside.
I found a ribbon, soft and wide.
Come, lady love, and be my bride.
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Comments
nice poem, and even these birds look like your fave peacocks! :)
thanx guys1 ; )
stanskill says:
2 years ago
this is sweet