exotically grey

There! A nuthatch flourishes Dzilnītis
Like something exotic
High above the brown
and the black of the trees.
His song is thrilled
About small worms and big challenges:
To feed. To be warm. To seek
Life above all things.
Blue, grey and nicely orange,
Sing, sing and cling
To the branch upside down —
Dive deep into the sky,
Whilst winds play on the forest floor,
Blowing at shattered summer dreams and
Decaying leaves and little twigs,
Not ready for more winters.

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