A Love Story Down Under
“Welcome to my Casbah. You really must come in,” he said while dancing to and fro, behind a sheepish grin.
He pointed out the trinkets that he had strewn about, did summersaults and cartwheels, interspersed with virile shouts.
Watching from a distance, she cooly gave reply, “I really have to think on this. I truly can’t decide.” Then turning tail she flitted off to search the forest wide.
She travelled far from branch to tree checking bowers exhaustively. This one’s twigs were not shaped right. That one’s colors were too light. The other one, RIDICULOUS! A gum wrapper with two bent sticks!
Finally she threw up her wings, satisfied that she had seen every tower and every bower of every bird that’s ever been!
Then hurried back to “Casbah Man” and never once looked back again.
