So you have chosen the way of the swan;
the way, perhaps, that is not natural
to everyone, but I will not harp on
about heron, bluebird or dotterel,
nor how the male flycatcher pairs
with two females, keeping a mile between,
so neither cops how the other shares
the same philandering gentleman.
Did you know the life-coupling way
of the swan is also that of the crow?
And there’ll be crow-black days
you’ll caw at each other with blind gusto.
But there’ll be times when you’ll sing
the duet of the black-collared barbet,
with the first part of the song sung
by one and the second by the mate.
We wish you now many such duet days
and sing for you like the red-eyed vireo
who sings nonstop through the summer blaze
on this day you take the way of swan & crow.