When birds sing in the winter
The Woodpecker pokes for worms
Crows cover bare trees
like black leaves
and Hummingbirds fly by
I’m sitting alone
by an open window
as the heat leaves my room
I hear their wings
and the male bird sings
“Let’s have sex.”
“But it’s winter and not spring,” she decries.
“It sure feels like spring,” he says.
Eagles balance their nests
above the river
and Herons squawk their reproach
Pigeons circulate
the highway
and Robins bare their breasts
Crotchety Ravens
do a double take
It must be…
warm in the winter today.