There are poems on the wing upon the mountainsides – fraught with beauty and peril. A female bunting with grass in her mouth is one such poem. In May, lazuli buntings return to the mountains and valleys of Montana. Lazuli – stone of azure, jewel of the sky. As spring ripens into summer, the males with their blue hoods and russet breast bands sing from atop shrubs and trees, and begin the rite of passion.