The male goldfinch
sits on the very tip
of the very top
of the cherry tree
in full regalia
He stretches his body
to almost four inches
golden breast puffed out
beak to the sky
and calls
Each call pierces the sky
as he pushes it from his toes
to his beak
Each call a cry for a mate
a nest and chicks
Ever hopeful
he flits to the next tree
to try again
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