An Affair Of Sorts

Don't tell anyone about this But today I've been having an affair He's colorful; he's an expert flier- No one can pace him Each time he comes near I bow, extend my palms upward Incline my head, entice him With all the subtle arts I can employ To prove my sincere intention: We're not really so far removed from the animals As we would like to suppose. I lower my eyes as he stares my way I curtsy each time he comes round again Because there's no doubt that he's royalty His size and appearance are proof And it has driven the others crazy with jealousy They imagine their territories shrinking daily They're increasing their efforts Of many against the one- To oust him from the pond They chase him hopelessly; he out maneuvers, Leaves them behind in the waterlilies. But he prefers to toy with them, Great gambling precocious thing that he is He caters to my desire while tossing them aside Like so many flies on horse dung Their annoyance no more to him Than flea bites on a tortoise shell It's the old story: the village males banding together To force out the exotic outsider Who courts the lonely girl; even if nobody else wants her. He's a blue and green winged jewel He's the spawn of the overlord; they've no recourse I've chosen well: Offspring with him Would be unimpeachable I'm still waiting for his reply.