On the branch, a snap, a creak
and the pinches of a warbler’s beak.
One bug, two bugs, all caught quick
from bark to twig and foliage mixed.
His hunger demands in all its might
to be sated before the southern flight;
Winter comes, a long cold night.
Love the sound, rhythm of this–and a grand finishing line!
Thank you! ❤
Welcome!
This is so lovely, I really enjoyed it, I love autumn, so beautiful and your words fit right in… Michelle
Thanks! Hope you’re continuing to enjoy the season. =)