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.

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