Townsend’s Warbler in the Cottonwoods at Walden Ponds

I wrote a song, I wrote a song for you, and it was all yellow.


His song is joyful and unmistakable,

yellow and bright as the day pours sunny.


However, that gold coin is hard to spot

against the chartreuse of the Cottonwoods.


In late spring, the leaves match his size,

and he never stays still but flits


proud to prove he is a man as the best

of beasts do at the zenith of springtime.


One can get dizzy with eyes glued to his

darting in and out of those trees as he looks


like a leafbird of sorts, and even with the best

binoculars, everyone’s peepers  get spinny


and tired, watching that small bird preen, sing

and flydance to attract all the attention.


~ by dianeklammer on February 8, 2014.

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