A riot of birdsong
Yesterdays stroll on the lawns
Was a resounding romance, rebounding
We all bat off each other a bit, it’s true
She was always fearful, in danger
She might fall out of our orbit, stumble
From her psychological equilibrium
The beauties are not always the bravest
Yet in the lost wonder of emigres flight
Her plumed feathers a vision sublime
She stayed out all night, it’s rather
Unusual for this declared avoider
Of anxiety, caused by the tormentor
That is next door’s vengeful minx