Leda

After Cesare da Sesto’s copy of Leonardo

It drives a mortal man to tears
And outrage at his rotten luck.
I haven’t gotten laid in years,
And this chick does it with a duck.

OK, so he’s a feathered god
Who’s got a knack for bestial sex
And tons more cash than some poor sod
Who lives on unemployment checks.

But, by Jove! It’s a crying sin
The way those strands of hair came loose,
And her dippy, post-orgasmic grin
Announcing, “That was one sweet goose.”

His eyes beg for another treat.
He pats her fanny with his wing,
While, glancing shyly toward her feet,
She jacks his throat like it’s his thing.

Someday she’ll buy a cockatoo,
Some parakeets, and a canary.
She’ll spend her weekends at the zoo,
Streaking through the aviary,

And all the hatchlings from this tryst,
In years to come, will grope for words,
Describing to their therapist
Their mom’s peculiar love for birds.