What poets imagine as birds chirp in spring –
The Lark:
Ah, another sweet spring day has come!
How wonderful to be alive and see
this somnolent earth awaken into verdant green!
The Cardinal:
The emerald richness is intoxicating!
& I delight in the scent of spring!
I offer all song to Apollo – bringer of noble bounty!
The Chickadee:
How wonderful to add my notes to life's symphony
& to share songs to forest brethren!
My entire existence is a panegyric to spring!
What scientists believe birds are actually communicating –
The Lark:
This is my space! Keep off!
This is my space! Keep away!
The Cardinal:
Ah, I'm hungry! I want Food!
Where's duh food, dude?
Gosh – I haven't eaten any worms today!
The Chickadee:
Hey there! Let's fuck! Wanna copulate?
Here I am: feathers splayed!
I'm hot! I wanna inseminate!
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