there is no beauty
in their flight
a frantic choreography
as if taking to the air
for the very first time
twitching from one tree
to the next
but their color
such a giving green
and that breath of red
patched just beneath
each wing
says much
of their humor
their jocularity
will you have a look at us?
how the hell did we even get here?
and, really, who knew this would such fun?