Bonding

Sunshine morning
Spring nudging
Lenten leaning
Soil stirring.

And as usual
My collared doves
Bounce bonding
Bashing branches.

Natural swingers
Getting it together
Galumphing gaily
In clumsy copulation.

Soon to be privatised
By luxury of leaf
Hiding way beyond
My prying eye.

JL Feb 26. 12:57