Meet Matt, the Snowy seeker of love and meaning in life.
He scampers past, head feathers up, beak open
Calling “Squawk! Where are you, my Juliet?”
In wonder at his mystery, I click to capture
His headdress, expression and stance.
Is this merely mating plumage
Or some other avian madness?
Cluck! Luck to you, lover!
