Yellow Warbler Dendroica petechia
sweet sweet sweet lemony sweet
that’s just right what do you mean
his wet whistle swoons to me
how he’ll wish you all were still
in Costa Rican hills you’d sing
what you you’re looking at me
sizzling see saw it calls you
back—from high thoughts in the trees
tiger swings by storm bro- cade
pulse recedes while wind just blows
little a- beyances and
returns to pulse
