#368
"Production Values"
Walking upside down the tree,
The nuthatch moves right fast and free,
Changing way upon a whim,
Snatching seed from tray and limb,
Living by its tiny wits,
Avoiding black caps, tufted tits,---
Watch him as he zips away,
Not one to wear out all his stay,
Like some noxious wedding guests,
Who turn into black airborne pests.