Upon a limb a tanager alights,
From twig to twig the clever sparrows dart,
Distinctly they arrive with colors bright,
But counterfeit goldfinches they depart.
A monoecious conifer that vexes
Each entity it generously dusts,
It bears the structures of two separate sexes,
So why these sordid sorties aimed at us?
Perhaps that tree and I do think as one,
Since making messes is a lot of fun.