I can hear him,
now, even in darkness,
a trickster under the moon,
bristling his feathers,
sounding as merry
as a man whistling in a straw hat,
or a squeaky gate
to the playground, left ajar
or the jingling of a star,
having wandered too far
from the pasture.
Ted Kooser.
Might be a bit quiet over the next few days, as I'm heading off on a golf weekend to Barton Creek, near Austin. :-)
It won't be quiet if any of those little guys are near the golf course! They sure do chatter up a storm. Wonderful shot of him with nice light and detail. They don't seem to mind having their picture made.