For Piroet, of whom I was thinking of yesterday while in the woods composing this poem as I listened to the kinglets, looking for their red. The grandest things come in the smallest packages.
Red I can see it still The most brilliant red I have ever seen Years ago Out with the dog Cutting through the trees In the undergrowth appeared Flashing right in front of me A dazzling ruby Unreal at first More like a dream Like seeing a fairy I thought I was hallucinating The only thing there Was an itty bitty bird dressed in olive green It flitted about mere inches from me Dispensing chipper notes Doing its own thing Then it happened again That brilliant shock of red To my surprise and delight It was a hidden crest Red of deepest purest hue Graced the feathers Of this tiny sovereign's head You The sweetest little king The first time I saw you I will never forget Forever my lord My Ruby Crowned Kinglet
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