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.