PLAYMATES

PLAYMATES Why do birds sing in the morning?More than any other time of the dayTo welcome a new day, may be;Hear them sing to the glorious dawnRegular joyful morning musicSome sit atop trees with sharp eyesGazing into the distant horizonAs if to see through timeWhat nebulous future may bring A bird rested on the linePoised in submission to its chumThrough numerous rounds of clamberEmptied the runny on the rearPecked her head for supportAnd twisted the tail in excitementTo allow free fluid diffusionThrough unceasing ejaculationsAnd donation of incalculable gift The stable femininity grip on the lineContrasted the rattling ranting bearingThe partner’s energy partially dissipatedLooked tattered, abandoned and unableTo return the passion, chased awaySeemly questioning why he should stop.They locked their wings in rapid struggleOf distrustful passionate fightFell from the lofty height to the greenAnd disappeared behind the brick fence