Your leaf disguise only Works for the deafest birds;You give yourself away With your interminable rasping Whistle. When summer is overI will not miss your songFrom the crape myrtleOutside my bedroom window.
Leafhopper
Dancers
Like ballerinas Beginners all tuffed in Sweet sugary-colored Tutus ready for a first Day of practice For an upcoming recitalReady for mom's camera flash,Stage lights and applause.What fun!
Painted bunting
Like a bright bit of kiteTangled in a tree's branchesStop Mr. BuntingLet me see your true colors:Blue as the sky on a summer dayRed as a candied appleGreen as the leaves on the sycamore treeYellow as lemon pieSing and flit in the treetopsI will not give your hiding place away.Come and eat at my feeder.
