Morning Visit

Seven young goldfinch
Brothers and sisters,
Flying by numbers
As for a dance
Dropped on my
Lavender bush
For breakfast
This morning.

One sprig clutched,
One sprig bent,
Sleek heads nodding,
Black eyes wary,
Delicate, avid,
They gobbled up
Seed after
Scented seed.

Glad of their coming,
Glad to be host,
Coffee forgotten,
I looked and looked,
Passer–by waved
With a purr
Of the wings,
They were off!