Nuthatch On A Branch

The Nuthatch seems a genteel thing, Just draped in softened blue And short of stature, tail and wing, Not bright and bold and new... Just plain in thought and word and deed, A humble so-and-so, With not much planned except to feed, Fly free... to come and go... The moon, to him, is just a light, No need to visit there, The stars are merely shining bright, No need for him to care... He wants no school, no job, no house, No fancy car outside, He merely takes what God allows, Whatever food's supplied... The Nuthatch chirps his mellow song, Without the need for words, Without the need to right each wrong, He suffers little hurts... But I'm a man, so God wants more, Great gifts have been bestowed, So great are these I can't ignore The debt to Him that's owed... Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.