Chaffinch

There is a precious thing I know, A chaffinch that I heard, For in the wood I walked below That fragile little bird... And as I walked a few steps more, That bird kept close to me, Yes, even me, a man so poor I lived in poverty... That bird knew nothing of my plight, So was he lonely, too? You see, that bird kept me in sight, As if the thing to do... I whistled and I chirped along To imitate his voice, For I felt hope lived in his song, As if he chose that choice... And so we travelled in that wood, Content like we were friends, I walked back to my neighbourhood, Was that where friendship ends? I only know that from that day, Each chaffinch charms me still, Such that I whistle on my way And guess I always will... Denis Martindale April 2017. A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...