Fireflirts
Her trick is her tail,
Flashing red, flicking,
vibrating, shivering,
never still, seducing,
enthralling, enticing,
her whistle a question
the answer a scold.
She’s such a tease!
Please! Oh, please!
But to be frank,
She’s not a lot to look at,
a dull olive green,
she hides herself in leaves,
but the tail’s a give away,
this brazen hussy
is all tail.
But what of the male?
Such a serious mate;
Above his bill, a headlight,
his bib as black as soot,
Chest and belly a flame,
His back as blue as dusk,
But his shame, his shame too
is in his tail.