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
