The Black-headed Grosbeak
The grosbeak is a bird of spring
And member of the finch brigade,
Who tend to be compactly made.
Elusive when not on the wing,
He warbles from the treetops where
He's hard to find, although I stare.
Mostly black with cinnamon breast,
His beak is made for cracking seeds,
A crunchy treat on which he feeds.
He shares the duties of the nest
By keeping warm each precious egg
And filling tiny mouths that beg.
A simple soul, no libertine,
What other bird is quite so keen
To endlessly repeat his song
Without a pause all morning long?
©2019 Michael Fraley
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