Sunday, October 21, 2012

Little Mr. Intention

Little Mr. Intention

How could the little titmouse know,
holding seeds between his toes,
that further out along the limb,
he makes the leaves twitch on their stems?

His tufted head pounds up and down;
the careful listener hears the sound,
of sunflower seed yielding up its heart
to a pecking, determined dart.

The poplar leaves, out at the tip,
tremble gold beneath each dip
of beady eyes and feathered crest,
before they drift to autumn's rest.

Catherine Wilson



Jonna said...

What a lovely image - and perhaps a metaphor?
Here's hoping I have actually figured out how to post a comment.....

Cathy said...

Hey Jonna! So nice to see you here :)

Thanks. That was a lucky shot - I admit.

Woodduck said...

Wonderful! Total package! Thanks

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Cathy said...

Wood Duck . . .

Thank you so very much . .

Bu . .bu . . . but whoooo arrrrre you, my friend ? :)

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Larry said...

I wonder if they do know? Those little bugeyes seem full of mischief.I think the titmouse deserves a poem.Nice little poem-thanks Catherine.

Cathy said...

Oh Larry. You dear. After all this time and my neglect of my old blogging friends you take the time to drop by - to leave flowers :)
Thank you. Truly.

Woodduck said...

Just a kindred spirit, on the edge of the world

happy trails and puppy dog tails

Cathy said...

Dear Wood Duck,

May your perch be sunny when you wish it . .

Peaceful when required . .

And when the wind blows . .

May you always find a kindred spirit perched alongside you.

ProudHillbilly said...

So perfect. My feeders are full of titmice and chickadees and the tap tap tap as they split the sunflower seeds against the porch rail is constant.

Cathy said...

Proud Hillbilly! Thank you so much for stopping by and your kind words. It is a wonderful 'birdy' time of year :)