Goldfinch Joy
October 26, 2016
Goldfinch Joy
The balcony whistles, tweets, and flitters
As the goldfinches vie for spots on their favorite feeder
and excitedly bid for their thistle delicacy.
Some are chased away by the hierarchy,
Others smartly choose the second feeder, and
Still others drop to the ground for seeds spat by many.
All this activity and song call me from other rooms.
It's a delightful game we play
Me tip-toeing to the glass in hopes of a close up view.
Them taking flight to the nearest tree or rooftop
Only to hear their return whistles, tweets, and flitters
Call to me
I smile, and the dance begins again.
Goldfinch Joy
The balcony whistles, tweets, and flitters
As the goldfinches vie for spots on their favorite feeder
and excitedly bid for their thistle delicacy.
Some are chased away by the hierarchy,
Others smartly choose the second feeder, and
Still others drop to the ground for seeds spat by many.
All this activity and song call me from other rooms.
It's a delightful game we play
Me tip-toeing to the glass in hopes of a close up view.
Them taking flight to the nearest tree or rooftop
Only to hear their return whistles, tweets, and flitters
Call to me
I smile, and the dance begins again.
You haven't written a poem in a long time. I love this! I can just see the little yellow birds playing hide and seek with you.
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