US Fish & Wildlife Service via WikiMedia
Today, as I was sipping
a dripping glass
of iced green tea
a sudden resonating
song gave me a start.
As bright and crisp,
as sparkling wine, fizzing
in a crystal flute,
in a crystal flute,
a finch had found
an old light housing
built his nest, and now
was boasting to any
bird who'd listen.
Although the golden day
is slipping into slow
blue early evening,
I'm certain
my finch is still singing,
if only in his heart.
my finch is still singing,
if only in his heart.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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