Finch

Where do you fly, small finch?

And where do you nest?

And when
you are with your brethren
why do you flock in sevens?

Finch, when you fly, where do you go to?

And when your flock of sevens fly curlicue

what shape did you have in mind as you drew your flighty painting in the light blue sky?

Finch, do you dream? How do you find your way to food and home? Do you know when love is near?

And how do you know when to flee?

You are smarter than many and when you die, your bones leaves 
memoria for anyone who ever caught glimpse
of you or heard your morning trill.