A Midsummer morning fantasy

Chirp, tweet, little birds say
“pick me, pick me.”

The sweet morning breeze
Is the nightclub for my backyard friends.

All a-tweet and a-twitter,
They attract their soulmate.

Some brash, some melodic,
They all sing the right tune

Many elaborate rituals,
With all the give and take.

A proud display of plumage,
An intricate song of love.

Others are simple fly-bys,
“Hey chick, whatcha got going on?”

I find my avian friends,
Are not so different than us.