February 11: Pollen Good Time

Pollen cones
An arching pine, bedecked with pollen cones,
Invites the birds was well as curious fingers.
Though it may make some sneeze when it is blown,
When touched, the gold corona rarely lingers.

Upon a limb a tanager alights,
From twig to twig the clever sparrows dart,
Distinctly they arrive with colors bright,
But counterfeit goldfinches they depart.

A monoecious conifer that vexes
Each entity it generously dusts,
It bears the structures of two separate sexes,
So why these sordid sorties aimed at us?

Perhaps that tree and I do think as one,
Since making messes is a lot of fun.

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