A vivid flash of blue and white
From tree to tree he darts in flight
Till something spurs him to alight.
A cheeky bird, this little runt,
Why, upside down on bole he’ll hunt
And crown to root he does this stunt!
What does his beady eye espy?
A tiny hole in which to pry
For gnawing bug or hiding fly.
Tenaciously he works the hole
Attacking bark of chosen bole
His task engrossing heart and soul.
His prize from hole his beak does drag
And proudly he consumes the swag
Then lifts his nasal voice to brag.
Refurbished by his tiny snack
He contemplates his next attack
Then off he flies upon his track
The chosen tree trunk to ransack.
The Catholic Church
And there shall be one flock and one Shepherd.
About Me
- Patti Petersen
- Minnesota, United States
- I am a traditional Catholic who sees the glory and Majesty of God in His work of creation. From the smallest insect, to the most simple daisy, to the grandeur of the mountains, all creation resounds with praise to the glory of its Creator. It is such beauty as is found in nature that I try to capture in my photography and writings in order to raise hearts and minds to God.
St. Mary's Lake
How great are Thy works, O Lord? Thou hast made all things in wisdom: the earth is filled with Thy riches. - Psalm 103:24
3 comments:
This is beautiful! I love birds, too; kindred spirits! :-)
It is amazing how much we have in common, isn't it? Kindred spirits is right! Thanks for the kind words about the poem, I appreciate them from a poet like you.
You are very welcome, and you are very kind! :-)
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