The Hermit Thrush

                                                                               

What joy to see this hermit land

To share your presence where you stand

He left his place of quiet solitude

To share a meal in open interlude

He flaps and jumps around the yard

To grab a worm, it is oh so hard

But he always finds a worm just right

To fill his need, while still it's light

His colors are as a muted veil

Tan and brown with a rusty tail

His stealth is like a muted hush

For he's the vaunted hermit thrush.

Seldom seen but always welcome

Rarely heard but sings quite awesome

Stealth and recluse his nature be

But a hungry hermit will leave his tree

For life as a hermit he's compelled to be

But even a monk needs a cup of tea

So sit back and wait, and you will see

This beaut' may land in your backyard tree