Dancing and stepping, the males come,
               performing, posturing, posing. 
               Full of themselves, feeling themselves 
               made large, puffing and preening. 

               The females too, watching
               but not watching, withdrawing but
               present, brief eye contact, choosing,
               the booming drawing them in.

               Young cocks strut, stretch, and boom.
               Vibrations on membranes sound ancient
               rituals and rites of passage, continuity.

               Now turning back onto the avenue, engines 
               revving, just cruisin' the Butte, circling,
               stereos booming songs of lust, love, life.