Dance of the Ibis
The Ibis performs
in grace and in air
it's pirouetted soft flair
the woodcock calls
in tone and only
his mate to hear, that he's lonely
the tree frog announces
in boxed croak tones
dampness, to wet its earthen home
dove call coo's
from stripped pine lair
lonesome sounds, across the air
breathless low she-sigh
from warmed night chamber
calling, alluring, drawing near
bed clothes drawn open
an eye smile invitation
this love, your love, all to endear
embracing and joined
limbs intertwined
this moment suspended
this space, this time...
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Sim F. Sutterby, Sr., 1988