Towhee
Observing a friend at sun up.My little friend so nice to see.Awaiting the sun tiny Towhee. Feathers fluffed into a ball.On a branch he sounds his call. Catlike mews make his presence known.Flitting from branch to the ground alone. Foraging the grass for bugs to eat.Then back to the tree taking a seat. Repeating his almost scolding call.Warming rays quicken his bawl. Scanning surroundings with his red eye.Taking wing again into an azure sky. Wishing I...