Chickadee
Foraging in the snow; I see you from my window,
You stand out so well, with the white,
You seem unconcerned by your daily treks,
No storehouse for you, one seed at a time...
Take it to the branch; wedge it in, that’s why you searched…
Go, tell, do tell your kin…
You found one, a feeder; once again you found it first…
I hear you calling in the maple…
You should be proud; do sing,
Your black cap; you wear it well…
© Joseph James
4-14-09
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