Yellow Warbler

Soaked in Mexican sunshine

he’s powered back to the Berkshires,

all the world’s yellow

compressed into a firecracker

of feathered light

perched and puffed on a willow branch,

eager to proclaim his power,

prowess, and territory,

all the ladies listening,

bull frogs croaking a bassline,

rugosa roses adding perfume,

our tiny dressed-to-the-nines

big shot strutting his stuff,

proclaiming he’s ready for love

with the only song he can sing:

Sweet sweet sweet. Sweeter than sweet!