Titmouse Figurine

w c

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

  

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2018 12:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Ahh nice write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    • Goldfinch60

      We each have a special bird in our lives, mine is a buzzard just sailing in the sky looking down with absolute calmness.

      • w c

        Thanks, Goldfinch. I appreciate buzzards too. They do not get enough credit for the important work they do.

      • Lorna

        And they are absolutely perfect with a snowy background - a little drop of sunshine!

        • w c

          Yes, titmice are perfect in a little snowy weather.



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