Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Grey-tufted Titmouse


If you would happy company win,
Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
Idly in green to sway and spin,
Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see
A nimble titmouse enter in.

Out of earth's vast unknown of air,
Out of all summer from wave to wave,
He'll perch, and prank his feathers fair,
Jangle a glass-like wildering stave,
And take his commons there.

This tiny son of life; this spright
By monetary Human sought,
Plum will his wing in the dappling light,
Clash timbrel shrill and gay,
And into time's enormous nought,
Sweet-fed, will flit away.

~Walter De La Mare~


ladyfi said...

Fabulous shot! And lovely words - brought back memories of school.

The Elephant's Child said...

Such a beautiful bird. I have often wondered about the people who name birds though. And do they become Grey-tufted Titmice if there are more than one?

jabblog said...

Beautiful shot - and I love your header.

Valerie said...

It's a long time since I read Walter De La Mare... thank you, Denise. Loved the picture.

(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said...

Cutie - I've been seeing these here as well.

diane b said...

Cute little bird. Great poem too. I remember learning his poems at school but I can't remember them now.

eileeninmd said...

Denise, cute shot of the Titmouse and a lovely poem. Have a happy day!

EG CameraGirl said...

Such a sweet bird!

TexWisGirl said...

they are such beauties.

A Brit in Tennessee said...

How I love these little birds....
Super picture, he's so handsome.

Icy BC said...

Fantastic shot, and a great poem to accompany!

imac said...

Neat words and a great bird shot.

Kay said...

This is a perfect photo for this beautiful poem.