It's a lazy Sunday morning, and I was observing
our bird feeders while enjoying my morning cup of
coffee. This silly little rhyme came to mind.
Submitted to Poets & Storybellers United
July 19, 2020
Bird-watching with my morning coffee
And a question comes to mind
Why are some males so resplendent
When their spouses are so less fine
The cardinal is magnificent
In his coat of ruby hue
His spouse is just a rusty brown
I know it’s sad, but true
The goldfinch is a glorious fellow
Golden like his name
The missus has no yellow
But they’re married all the same.
And then there’s the barnyard rooster
He’s a sort of loud-mouthed jerk
He does all the crowing
And his hen does all the work.
There is, of course, the stately swan
They say he mates for life
Obviously he’s the one who’s learned
The value of a wife.
With us it seems the opposite
The male’s not much for show
While the female makes herself colorful
With paint from head to toe
It all seems quite a puzzle
An enigma to think about
But, now I’ve finished my coffee
So this is Beverly, over and out!