Romance Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

With his wings split on the back
On each side one is hanging
Tips black

On his back, soft brown to grey
Chicks’ feather showing off
I’m a man

His face is bearded; head’s crowned
All in one he pulls it to shoulder
No neck left

She’s simple, virgin-like; a nymphet
Like young girl, hair not plucked
Innocent

She watches, jumps close as to beak
With her act sends her message
“Be my man”

It is spring
Off the branch
Sparrows on the grass