6-plumes; or, the courting rituals of a bird of paradise

Though the dancefloor’s so dark,
6 can raise spark on spark
with his marvellously masculine moves:
got the podium prepped,
spick and span, all aswept;
now he’s good to get into his grooves!

See him lift up his wings
like a curtsy for kings,
stepping left–right and left again – yes!
Watch those plumes whip and whirl,
shake in circles and curl,
as he skips in his little black dress!

And his eyes are agleam,
bright and blue as a dream!
while he looks for a partner to play;
and his throat’s green and gold –
he’s a thrill to behold!
he can swing, he can swirl, he can sway!

But there’s no one about,
so he gives a sure shout –
and a female flies over and stares;
he is up on his perch,
with a loll and a lurch,
keen to show her his wonderful wares!

He makes suitable shapes,
and she startles and gapes
at his powers, his prowess, like Wow!
She needs time for a think,
so he gives her a wink
then, in case that was cheeky, a bow.

She just looks for a while,
maybe liking his style…?
No, she’s off, leaving 6 to himself
and the sun slowly sets
but he’s got no regrets;
for next day he’ll be back on his shelf!