Winter Finch
The goldfinch,
little gambler,
has spent his summer color.
He turns up
at my feeder
in his winter wings,
shabby as a beggar
on a city street.
I know that
when the luck of spring winds
returns his gambler's vest
he will pick through
the seeds
I spread before him
as carelessly
as if they were dollar chips.
--Jane Yolen
Bird Watch
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