Oh how they oversubscribe

To punctilious behavior sometimes

So mechanical, so artificial

Yet people gape at them with awe

 
 

What is attractiveness without some flair?

Not that well-rehearsed movement of hands

Or the highly accented voice escaping their lips

That also give perfunctory kisses in the air

 
 

On every street corner you’ll find them now

Those chattering, twittering little birds

But well, beauty isn’t their forte

It belongs to the broad feathered ones

 
 

Beauty does not come with practice

It is an inherent attribute

It takes as little as a smile to define itself

Or the twinkling of an eye