The Distorted Mirror?

The Distorted Mirror?

A pair of Pardalotes flew outside my window,

their black crowns sparkling with snow white dots

the female beaked hay from the hanging pot

while the cock flew at his reflection

thrusting his bright yellow breast against the glass

saying 'Look at me, look and see. What a buck I am!'

Then he glanced in the mirror on the courtyard wall

and spotted a rival - what a handsome chap

with his fine night head festooned with stars

and he said to the female, his new found mate

'Check out this boy, such an impudent fellow

to flutter so close with his looks and his charm

so utterly gauche when our deed is done,

sure his breast is brown where mine is yellow,

a golden sun to warm your nest, and the down

of our young.' Then the female she dropped the hay

from her beak and flew in the face of the mirror.

'Here's a fine looking gal, far better than I,

she will turn his head but I'll live with that.

I so want the cutie who appeared before

instead of Old Mate with his bangs at my door.'

And the pair of Pardalotes were up and away.

Was this a game that each year they play?

I really don't know. They are just birds.

I simply relate all I saw and I heard.