HOUSE FINCHES





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.

4 responses to “HOUSE FINCHES

  1. Lovely little finch of a poem.

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  2. 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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  3. 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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