The songbirds danced in a twirl of flight:
Yellow feathers, blue feathers, shining in the light.
The night came down and still they danced;
With sweet trills of love, they preened and pranced.
The lightning flashed not as bright as their eyes.
No lips to kiss, but they sang no lies:
And though such mouths aren’t made to kiss,
Their kisses rang out in melodic bliss!