The Nonpareil

Like a strumpet on her maiden trick
Revealing her magenta blush
He displays his colors to the fern
Who shyly hides in turquoise brush.

Immodestly he flaunts his plume
And skirts from branch to branch
And hopes his flaming colors rise
To capture spring’s romance.

His muted bride on darkened limb
Allows his costumed show
To lure her focus gradually
And let her interest grow.

Furtively she watches him
From shade obscured by morning’s mist
She contrasts tempting plumage
With need for faithfulness.

The Painted Bunting mates for life,
His colors none-the-less,
She needs to choose most wisely
How to best defend her nest.

His feathers shine and mesmerize
It’s true, no other one contends
And in his bright alluring air
Her confidence ascends.

And so with rising certainty
She sees his blooming pride
As evidence of his devotion
To his forever-bride.

Emerging from her hideaway
The courtship starts its dance of fate
And soon above the forest bed
The Bunting has his mate.

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furtive turquoise strumpet fumble….

always intriguing to see what comes up with wordles…

You know how words are.