Diamond Firetail

Tiny finch you land with a beakful of nesting material spinning a pretty crimson tail I am motionless, considerate of any mishap that might interrupt or cause you to reject my presence I watch your numerous returns where with lightning quickness you successfully organize into a tiny nest, various grasses, downy seeds or woolly tufts plucked from a grazing sheep- I marvel at your resourcefulness Your tiny survivability Your happy twittering which makes life seem, suddenly less daunting