A winter finch appears,
Upon my windowsill,
In the soft July light,
Trilling tunes, so bright.
A winter finch, so spry,
Skipping a sprightly jig,
Such joy it brings to life,
To witness its cheerfulness.
A winter finch, adorned,
In plumage warm and rich,
Roasted almond feathers,
With hints of milk chocolate.
A winter finch, beloved,
Mum welcomed in her hedge,
Perhaps her spirit visits,
Perched upon my ledge.