A hopeful romantic whistles His two note call Outside my window, Down toward the open pond Flaunting winter-killed carp.
A raucous crow caws Derision in black and naked trees Though in the stillness And the damp of spring, His mindless clamor Doesn't mean a thing.
The chickadee knows only life, Anticipates the nest to come, Sings a two-toned song And beckons to his mate, For which, libidinous, he The air with amor fills.
Spring!Β Β Here's a link to chickadees singing.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfMsUuU9KtQ