Bird and bee try to make love

but get off to a bad start
when Bird asks Bee about her body count.
If only he wasn't so cute. It's late July and the evening light
really accentuates his bright yellow breast.

Bird is feeling particularly chatty today. Watch this!
He zig-zags across the melting sky, plummets earthward 
then quickly back up. His body thrown into a series of loops,
all the while whistling Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love.

Bee is dizzy from the whole display and asks Bird to sit down.

Bird agrees, eager for an opportunity to cuddle
but his weight is too much for the lavender stem		SNAP

they both go tumbling to the ground.

Embarrassed by his clunky body, Bird circles back 
to Bee’s dating history.
The Bees are always complaining that Birds need to be more curious.

Proudly, Bee describes the sky
where thousands of suitors wait for her.
She hardly blushes while recounting how lovemaking
takes place in the air, leaving her with enough sperm to last a lifetime.

Bird doesn't know how he feels about this whole poly thing. 
He considers himself to be more traditional in that way.

Bee notices that Bird doesn’t seem to be listening
but continues anyway: My favorite part is after ejaculation, 
the endophallus is ripped from the body, he falls to earth 
with the others, dead. It’s all very romantic.

Bird suddenly comments on how late it is,
insisting that he’s had a lovely time but needs to go home.