The darting cobalt blue,

streak of yellow gold

swiftly passes

snatching tasty seed then –

flees to hide, green

amongst the laurel leaves

which tremble and

close in its wake.

—–

Peeping out eye bright, he

fixes upon a nutty gem.

The seething bush

releasing a wild friend, who

like a salmon leaping

over a water fall

flies up

and sinks

and is gone

as is the morsel

vanished

to feed

a tiny form

against

the growing cold.