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BIRD SONG

Just plain horny are the boisterous birds;
All day and all night singing the blues,
The "fly me to the moon" serenades,
Like Verdi Romeos by the balcony
And Juliets with romantic eyes

O baybah baybah baybah,
My mistress mine, my coy sir,
Embrace me with thy soft feathers
And puteth claws on my shoulder.
O feel my smooth beak sing
Praises on your wings
As we copulate on a cloud,
And take what the rainbow brings!

Perverted pigeons, seductive doves,
All you oversexed dinosaurs,
Is there nothing but that nasty thing?
Could you ever learn to sing of love?

Ah, Love, love...do birds really love?
I dare not assume to know.
Yet I hear such longing in their songs
Like troubadours or rock and rollers
Chirping in the mating season.

Last few words: 
Poem was inspired by this passage in Wagner's Siegfried, act II. After slaying the dragon he tastes some of its blood and is suddenly able to understand the language of birds. Here's what the bird says: “Happy but sad I sing of love/ joyful from woe, weaving my song:/ through longing alone can one hear.”
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Comments

on the mating season. The comparison to troubadours and rock and rollers really apt; [although it seems that humans might be just as passionate about sex as the birds, without love]. Enjoyed! ~ Gee.
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The intent of the poem, besides being playful and amusing, is that birds sing perpetually about sex, 24/7. They go branch to a branch chiping "anyone want sex?...anyone want sex?" This is true of male or female.
"My mistress mine, my coy sir," are references to the most famous troubadour song "O mistress mine", and "my coy sir" to Marvel's "To his coy mistress" in which the poet argues with his lover to have sex now while the night is young...but i have changed the gender.
Of course the connection to us is that we are mostly singing the about same thing as the birds if you consider the majority of song lyrics. So the last lines are about us. Do birds really love? Do people?
When we sing "Baybeh baybeh baybeh, I need your love!" I think we know what the singer is after in our human mating season..which is always!
Thanks for reading.

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Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

author comment

Mature contemplation,
as if you pull out a cannon
to shoot warblers.
Your verse looks all the time yours,
it is good and bad.
So if you let the birds chirp about their love affairs, the poem would be more alive and less academic.

IRiz

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