Springtime Mating

There is a horny robin

banging into the reflection of itself

against the glass window he thinks he found a mate

it is cold and hard

repelling his every move

yet he keeps coming back

handsome with his orange breast

sits at the top of the apple tree

contemplating his new approach

and mumbling

that feathered bitch

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Springtime Mating

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