Fay Slimm.

Bird Talk.

 

Bird-Talk.

My mind is astir with what, this
Spring morning
I caught aloft under bluebell skies.
A bird who trills high, yet smaller
than any with call
that thrills making tuneful reply
and my heart went soaring
when I spied
a crest of gold as he sped by.
The nature park
that graces this valley bequests
feathered perfection in
winged songsters marking
tiny terrains with sublime bird-talk.
But the Goldcrest
and his choral welcome crowned

my early walk