High upon the branch
of a leafless tree
perches a tiny song bird,
chirruping free;
calling out welcomes, or Winter warnings,
or just singing a tune;
he throstles and thristles, and whistles,
about the heat of the Sun,
or the light of the Moon;
who has poked her face
through a cloudy day;
and the song bird comments
upon this, and that,
and has lots to say.
High upon the branch
of a neighbouring tree,
perches another tiny song bird,
who listens, happily.
Graeme Sandford 
Really sweet poem. I like this one lots. plus it scans well!
Thank you, Ruth, a little moment from the day. G;)
and moves happily and gainfully along.x