Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Rare Bird

A bird of a dif'rent feather.
That is what the world says of me.
I am at home in the heather
With mate and our family.
My mate and I, we are both male.
We find a she for a threesome.
Then we steal her eggs and turn tail,
Leaving her feeling kind of dumb.
Back home, mate and I incubate
The green eggs until they do hatch
Into cygnets. We celebrate
Together in the nesting patch.

Luck of the draw phenomenon,
I'm yours truly, a gay black swan.