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Little specks of yellow and black                            

Trilling, sweetly, on the soft pine limb,                      

It is magic to see and hear you.                          

Your  perfect song, to me, is a hymn.                    



I have waited all winter long                                        

To come and to sit by this river,                        

And now, here on my first foray,                      

I meet you - and how you deliver!                      



There are now four of you gold birds                                          

Gracing the tall erect evergreen.                                                

Odd, that you pick a winter tree                                  

Now that finally spring can be seen.                            



Still, that tree, it looks soft and fresh                                        

Bedecked in its dangling cone earrings                    

And glowing jewels of feathers-                              

Wild canary's the look; view clearings.            



Little specks of yellow and black                                

Trilling, sweetly, on the soft pine limb,                          

It's magic to see and hear you.                                

Your appearance today is no whim.