A Pair
They were a pair
a match set.
He, brilliant yellow with black lined wings,
she, a mottled green tinged brown.
As she ate seedlings from the echinacea
he waited and watched.
they each sing out their separate songs
a tweeting when to move on get along.
A whistling stirred by the wind
recalling where to
where they've been
Goldfinches on breeze.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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