Exotic pair twirls mid-air,
Mating dance, And if by chance,
She likes his ritual nuance,
The male's preening prance.
Head raised, a confident stance.
His wings were strong and long in length,
The female sensed the male has strength,
For nature deemed that she must succeed,
To choose a mate, to live, to breed,
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Mating dance, And if by chance, She likes his ritual nuance, The male's preening prance. nature and the play of beauty and longing. tony