[ WP ] A bird slowly comes to the conclusion that the other bird they 've been trying to court for the last few months is nothing more than their own reflection in a mirror .

He met his match inside her golden gaze 
 
 As those born into cages seldom find. 
 
 Bright-crested chaffinch, ruffling wings amaze, 
 
 Where his, inside his cage, would ne'er unwind. 
 
 
 She met his moves through bright coquettish bobs: 
 
 the dance of kindred souls caged up in twain! 
 
 But *every* move, so clear? And now it robs 
 
 His heart to think his longing's been in vain. 
 
 
 But no! He fights the door, bold beak and claw- 
 
 and watches as his sweetheart's lock's undone. 
 
 They're freed! And now, at last both fly, in awe, 
 
 To meet each other: shooting stars made one. 
 
 And, happy, his free spirit found her gaze, 
 
 As broke and still'neath panes his body lay.
