Have you ever seen a Purple Finch
dancing in the woods,
a raspberry bird on a low branch,
sunlight streaming down,
chartreuse leaves a forming a bright frame
as he raises his crest to dance.
First he bobs and weaves,
raising one wing, then the other,
wings quivering with anticipation,
and where is she whom he is trying to woo?
Does her heart pitter patter like mine?
Does she know how marvelous it is to see him dance?
I stand here awestruck,
Wishing I were a bird.
I would fly away with you, fine fellow,
And we would make our nest!
~Kathie Adams Brown (May 12, 2014)