Little bullfinch, God gave you pretty
red feathers to fluff to keep warm,
I see you on the berry branch
shivering after the winter’s storm.
Out here, you are small and exposed
but you do not want my care
except for the suet I just put out
hanging high in the frosty air.
I hope you make it, sweet little bird,
into Spring, when the world welcomes rebirth,
so I can keep marveling at your strength
as your beautiful song fills the earth.
Image credit; Daniil Silantev @ Unsplash
This image shows a bullfinch sitting on a tree branch. The bird is fluffed up to conserve body heat. The branches of the tree have small red berries hanging from them.
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