#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.
#353
Little Feller
The tiny black-capped chickadee,
Sitting in the stark blue tree,
Tipped his little cap to me,
Then vanished in the blue sky sea.
#343
Winging It
I love the Tufted Titmouse,
The Black-Capped Chickadee,
The little birds that flit and fly
All around me in the sky
In a storm of wings.
I love the Tufted Titmouse,
The Black-Capped Chickadee,
The little birds that dip and swoop
All around me like a troup
Of feathered fairy kings.
#276
I saw two black-capped chickadees
Flitting round our feeder;
I wondered to myself, I did,
"Do they have a leader?"
