Joy fills the heart of all that overhear
A cardinal’s frothy trill to a love not yet known.
His proud red plumage made to commandeer,
Demanding attention from a willow branch throne.

Tell me how one cannot beam with delight
When they first catch glimpse of a mockingbird’s tail.
It fans out behind them like the ribbons of a kite
as they burst into song with the force of a gale.

An immense chorus hidden within every tree
drenched in the dazzling feathers of spring.
Regal chests puffed, they rally a plea,
Pledging their love in each verse they sing.

Wings that unfurl like a flower in bloom,
Their voices make even the coldest heart swoon