Titmouse Figurine
My little tufted titmouse
Was my favorite figurine
There on a branch
As if alive the scene
Perched there in time
I saw him everyday
On my granite mantle
With his tuft slightly raised
I was reminded then
Of my early years
When a bird in the hand
Was exciting and dear
The titmouse was soft colors
And with beautiful eyes
With a short little beak
For seeds that he pried
The children always marveled
At him perched up there
And they knew him special
And favorite they declared
He taught some there
An appreciation of life
With all little birds
Special ones and prized