Titmouse Figurine
He looked like a figurine
From a gift-card store
His tuft clearly seen
With big round eyes for sure
I wanted to possess him
And put him on a shelf
Where I could take him down
Whenever I really felt
I wish my menagerie
Had a titmouse there
Right next to my cardinal
And goldfinch to compare
Maybe some kind soul
Will buy me one some day
And I won’t then feel guilty
For what I had to pay
Until that gifting day
I will continue to cherish
The titmouse in the wild
As one of the fairest