Watch me dart and swiftly fly
'Tween the trees and through the sky
It’s very hard to see my flight
In morning sun, or evening light
Sometimes, I drop from up above
Sometimes, I glide in, like a dove
It’s hard to know from whence I flew,
Whether evening mist or morning dew
Though tiny in the scheme of things
My heart is brave and often sings
For all is well and food is here
To share with all, both far and near
When I sing, it sounds like chatter
What you hear, it does not matter
For others of my feather hear
And let me know to have good cheer
I’m black and gray, with a snowy touch
No reds or blues, nor showy such
Just woven grays to make me blend
And an angel face, help me transcend
I am smaller yes, than most my kind
And yet our souls are intertwined
For I am larger than the eye can see
I am the intrepid, chickadee
Written by David Warbritton Sr - do not duplicate, publish or print
without express permission from D L Warbritton Sr
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