The call

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