titmouse
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| photo by PSC |
titmouse
Whoever named you, little one,
knew you not at all.
Why else would they bequeath you
a name so far beneath you?
Tiny in appearance, perhaps,
inconspicuous, unobtrusive,
but, truly, there are few
who could be as fierce as you.
Tenacious, curious, courageous,
you
are smarter than any starling,
sentinel as a crow may be,
out-braving any chickadee.
Wily, dexterous, deceptive, you
are
no doubt a super-hero
(who’s itty bitty size
is a most discrete disguise.)
written for Poetic
Bloomings Sunday Prompt: Gone to the BIRDS
LOVE these little guys! Great poem and photo, PSC!
ReplyDeleteAwww thanks, Marie! I love 'em too! They're so darn cute! :-)
DeleteExcellent again, Pamela, truly!!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks again, Hannah, truly! :-) Always enjoy your company!
DeleteThanks so much! So glad you stopped by & enjoyed!
ReplyDeletePam, a perfect shot of the attitude! Both this and the hawk poem really capture the scene and sentiment :-) I had to take down my feeders because of a flock of Muscovy ducks-love them in my pond, but not my patio-if you know what I mean....Thank you so much for the visit. Wonderful sharing bird love with you :-)
ReplyDeleteAhhh, thanks, Sara! So glad you stopped by. I understand perfectly about those ducks... hope they wander back down to the pond and stay there. Really enjoyed your "Bird Brain" poem too! :-)
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