Monday, August 5, 2013

Painted bunting

Like a bright bit of kite
Tangled in a tree's branches
Stop Mr. Bunting
Let me see your true colors:
Blue as the sky on a summer day
Red as a candied apple
Green as the leaves on the sycamore tree
Yellow as lemon pie
Sing and flit in the treetops
I will not give your hiding place away.
Come and eat at my feeder.

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