Goldfinch
On cleared and cultivated land,
exotic weeds and thistle stand,
whose seed is sought in great demand,
so farmers gain a helping hand.
This alien now does belong;
common is this bird’s distinctive song.
Spring courtship and a breeding throng;
autumn flocks keep bonding strong.
A buffy wash midst shades of brown,
and red-faced with a blackened crown,
gold bars on wings; prefer a town,
Goldfinches never let us down.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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