I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try,
To imagine the world, from a birds eye.
All through the day, up on the wing,
Oh, what joy, to hear her sing.
On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh,
Where is my friend, from way on high?
They sing only for the sun, so I am told,
These little wonders, in gleaming gold.
Autumn days will soon be nigh,
And the birds will leave, for southern sky.
But soon to know, what pleasure will bring,
When she comes back to me, next spring.
Many’s the time, I’ve sat all day long,
Hypnotised by the magic, of the Goldfinch song.
(c) varey 2009
Gypsy Boy Ravey
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 
So well camouflaged, I couldn’t see it at first!
I knew you would love this one Fatima. I think it’s better than the one you’ve got on the bag. 🙂
It sure is!
That’s a brilliant image…..and well camouflaged against the flowers, so well spotted.
He really does blend in doesn’t he Mark? Perfect for a puzzle I think. Thank you so much for your kind words.
What an absolutely delightful capture – brilliant! 🙂
How I love goldfinches, and to catch them on golden flowers? Priceless! Thank you for your enthusiastic response Joanne.