He waits upon the beam
that holds the rafters up,
dry weed in his beak.
He chirps incessantly
as she constructs a nest
with what he brings her.
He seems to have forgotten
the ear-piercing love songs
from her red-breasted suitors
prancing on the railing
now that he has a partner
to get the real work done.
drycrikjournal 
Lovely little finch of a poem.
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Thanks, George, perhaps too simple for words.
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We have one of these little guys who sits out on a tree branch in our back yard and serenades any and all in the vicinity. But he gets very animated when the female comes and sits nearby. It’s enjoyable to watch and a joy to hear.
janet
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Hi John! I’d love to chat with you about a potential collaboration with your Poetry. Do you have an email address I could reach out to? Thank you so much and have a great day!
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