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Birds - 2. Juncos and Goldfinches
Another view of visitors outside my window. Maybe you know them. In any case, all errors you can find are mine alone.
Juncos
The Junco wears a habit plain,
slate-grey above both back and brain;
his waistcoat white, worn down below,
might bear the mark of breakfast’s stain.
He’s found upon the ground, you know,
to forage in new-fallen snow
‘neath bushes dropping seed or pit
where mourning doves disdain to go.
His nest is dug in dirt or grit,
tween tangled roots, if he might fit
in such a cozy narrow bed
to weather winter’s cold remit.
December’s dark must overspread
where all seems dreary, chill and dead;
yet Junco’s cheerful, chatty strain
says springtime’s love to us is sped.
Goldfinches
A motley Goldfinch changes twice:
once in the spring before it’s nice
and once again as winter nears,
before the world is snow and ice.
His yellow summer coat draws cheers;
it’s loud and brash and yet appears
to blend with summer’s brightest bloom –
in dandelions, he disappears.
In fall, his garish robe makes room
for January’s drab costume
in which ascetically he feeds
on nuts and seeds, we must presume.
In May again he then proceeds
to switch his garb before he breeds;
I did the same, ‘twas good advice;
great fun we had amongst the reeds.
If you migrated through this poem, feel free to leave a comment or thought. I'd be grateful.
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