Your trumpeting trill is so much bigger than you are, your tiny
black, white, and red body the size of a pinecone, I'm surprised
to look up and find it's you who cheep-cheep-cheep-cheeped
right above my head in the perfect spring tree
that probably just today sprang
chartreuse buds. And while I
feel a little nervous to be
sitting directly beneath
you, I choose to stay
with the excitement
LOVE this, Sarah! Love the imagery, which I see both in the poem and in the "shape" of your actual poem (like a tree?), and love the happy spring mood which you are sharing with the little bird. Adorable!
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