How I adore the ESB
I'd waited so long
to gaze upon thee
In stealth she stoops
to branch so low
to peer and weigh
my motives to see.
Just what a little rarity
her sweet waistcoat
her golden sleeves.
She makes a fine point
elegant beak
sharpening along her seat.
I stalked upon her hiding tree
Felt remorse for privacy
Dare admire another?
Turn my cheek?
She'd surely
Grow weary and flee
Dearest one
come back to me