Ode to the Chickadee

Watch me dart and swiftly fly

'Tween the trees and through the sky

It’s very hard to see my flight

In morning sun, or evening light

Sometimes, I drop from up above

Sometimes, I glide in, like a dove

It’s hard to know from whence I flew
Or where I go to keep me true

Though tiny in the scheme of things

My heart is brave and often sings

For all is well and food is here

To share with all, both far and near

When I sing, it sounds like chatter

What you hear, it does not matter

For others of my feather hear

And let me know to have good cheer

I’m black and white with a golden touch

No reds or blues, nor any such

Just woven grays to make me blend

And an angel face, help me transcend

I am smaller than most of my kind

And yet our souls are intertwined

For I am larger than all can see

I am the intrepid, chickadee

Written by David Warbritton Sr - do not duplicate, publish or print
 without express permission from D L Warbritton Sr