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Amongst the trailing vines
and brush lain on the ground,
is found an impish bird, a
shape of squatting round.

Strong in presence,
though tiny and quick,
distinct, white eyebrows curve
over beaded, black blinks.

Plump, though with charm,
he trills a rapid staccato
that sounds like teakettle,
loud, insistent with alarm.

Agile, cheerful, lively,
with short, bobbed tails that cock up
and down, they’re dainty and yet,
possess formidable personality.

Their orangey, cream breasts
show up in bright relief against
the deep red of the Hibiscus.
Cinnamon brown spices up the rest.

Barred markings on tail and wing,
patterned design is appended.
Hopping, flitting, trilling, scolding,
staking his territory as he sings.

The woods, forests, wherever
trees grow dense, offer him
a tangled haven of nesting
vegetation and ample cover.

Scaling trunks of the tall,  scrub pine
searching for insects with swift,
sure jabs of his strong, short beak,
his success is sufficient for the family’s dine.

A most enthralling bird,
I admire with fascination
and with equal veneration.  He’s
the opposite of me…he isn’t demure.

These birds are common in my yard here in Central Florida.

Joining in with the prompt today at dVerse Poets–The Object is Poetics:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/04/the-object-is-poetics/#comments