On Gold-Tipped Wings
How cheerfully the goldfinch sings
At rest from undulating flight,
A bar of gold on charcoal wings
And crown of scarlet, black and white.
I love to hear his cheerful trill
As tasty teasel seeds he spies.
With long fine beak he takes his fill
Then off on gold-tipped wings he flies.
19.02.19
'Songbirds Contest' :Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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