The trees may be cut down
The intentions unknown
But the kinglet is hopping
So I won't be forlorn
He hops from the right side
And to the far left
It's always the same
And always the best.
The bushes where rabbits played
Are cut down and gone
But the kinglet is hopping
So it must be a dawn
Of something now cleaner
Of something now new
The kinglet is hopping
And the squirrels are now too.
-Kelly Voelker
*Kinglets are tiny insect and spider-eating birds. The one I see always hops the same direction, and has all spring and summer. He rapidly checks the edge of the lawn where it meets my patio for food, and then goes into the lawn to hunt. His habit is always from the right to the left.
