Flying creatures
flit and flutter
‘mongst the bushes, flowers and trees,
along with clouds and wind,
the soaring aspect
of all nature. . .

Some buzz, some chirp,
some swoop,
some siphon nectar,
each along its special vector. . .

Some carry seeds
to foster distant grasses, plants. . .

some feed on certain kinds of ants,
some glide upon a wing. . .

All add
to such sums and hums of harmony,
as shore up
the one boldest one,
whose bright plumes
he shall swell up
to flaunt and preen,
thus richly dressed
to dance his dance sophisticate,
a number he’s the author of,

composed just so,
to be sure to attract his love,
along with song
that he
and only he
can sing.