#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.
#340
The Bath
Saw a Tufted Titmouse
Bathing on the rock,
A bubbling water fountain
Set in a heavy crock.
He'd dash into the water,
Flutter, flap his wings,
Shake himself all over,
Then have another fling!
#339
Ode
He landed by my shoulder,
Looked me in the eye,
Snatched a seed from off the tray,
Said, "Dude, I gotta fly!"
#320
For the Birds
Saw the Tufted Titmouse
Sitting in the Knock-Knock tree,
Along with Mrs. Titmouse,
Happy as a hairy bee,
Whistling a Knock-Knock tune,
Happy as they can be;
Whistling a Knock-Knock tune,
And, whistling merrily.
#277
Where, Who, How?
I saw a tufted titmouse
Flitting right behind*;
I wonder if he knows the seed
Is someone being kind?
* Right behind the black-capped chickadees,
of course.
