Ode to a Nuthatch

Ode to a Nuthatch

 

Oh, blue-gray, black, and silver soul,

Your breast is wedding lace

 

And, in your flutter, I find faith

And truth upon your face

 

No wrong can seep into your heart,

No sin can stain your wing

 

You are the forest’s angel meek,

A shy and blissful thing

 

I wish that I were like to you,

A small and tender bird

 

That slips the notice of the night

But in the light, is heard.