teal-ruffed jewel-black fumble bird
maladjusted, tart-tufted, huffed & puffed &
blew down its display,
sign read: “there will be no mating today,”
being a lover of words, poetry was the inevitable end to my search… i love words for several reasons- for the simple visceral pleasure that the syllables evoke, for the possibility of novel combinations… for poetry’s language distilled down to its essence- because all meaning is established through relation, through metaphor.