The song of the bullfinch I fancy I hear <br />He sings in the grove to my thoughts ever near <br />Not the finest songster of the northern Spring <br />But who can mistake him for the quiet song he does sing. <br /> <br />The male with beautiful pink breast and light blue feathers on his wings and back <br />And stocky to look at his rounded head black <br />And a short thick beak designed for cracking seed <br />A beautiful fellow to look at indeed. <br /> <br />Somewhat plainer but pretty to look at his even quieter wife <br />To each other devoted for the term of their life <br />In the lives of the bullfinches for all of Humankind <br />In devotion to bonding there's lessons to find. <br /> <br />The flood waters of brown flowing in the roadside drain <br />And the male bullfinch sing in the wind and the rain <br />Not hard to recognize by sight or by song <br />You hear and see him once and you cannot get him wrong.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-the-bullfinch/
