Fleeting Whispers - American Bushtit -Congrats on Explore! ⭐ May 30, 2025 #45
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In tangled woods where shadows fall,
A whisper stirs, so faint, so small.
A flutter near the chaparral,
The bushtit weaves its quiet call.
No trumpet song or flash of fire,
Just gentle chirps that never tire.
A wisp of gray, a dash of flight,
It graces dawn and fades from sight.
With feathered kin it moves in cheer,
A social soul that draws in near.
From oak to branch, it hops in play,
In morning gold or dusky gray.
It does not seek the grandest stage,
Nor boastful song from poet's page.
Yet in its humbleness and grace,
It brings calm beauty to this place.
So pause and look with softened eye,
Where leaves may rustle, branches sigh—
For in the stillness, if you sit,
You just might glimpse the bushtit.
Fleeting Whispers - American Bushtit -Congrats on Explore! ⭐ May 30, 2025 #45
www.flickr.com/photos/184806716@N02/54555209681/in/pool-i...
In tangled woods where shadows fall,
A whisper stirs, so faint, so small.
A flutter near the chaparral,
The bushtit weaves its quiet call.
No trumpet song or flash of fire,
Just gentle chirps that never tire.
A wisp of gray, a dash of flight,
It graces dawn and fades from sight.
With feathered kin it moves in cheer,
A social soul that draws in near.
From oak to branch, it hops in play,
In morning gold or dusky gray.
It does not seek the grandest stage,
Nor boastful song from poet's page.
Yet in its humbleness and grace,
It brings calm beauty to this place.
So pause and look with softened eye,
Where leaves may rustle, branches sigh—
For in the stillness, if you sit,
You just might glimpse the bushtit.