Perched low on a reed in blades of grass

A pond, and red-winged blackbirds en masse

The air moves through on the warm spring breeze

Amidst the birdsongs, a feeling of ease

Just then, I see you

And I’m caught in your gaze

You’re so tiny, and your coat is ablaze

Your hat is regal in midnight blue

Your shoulders of green are resplendent too

Your feathery breast, red and rotund

Your wings, burnt orange like the setting sun

What a marvel you are

What’s your name?

I’ll find it I know but … (from electronics, can I refrain?)

Painted Bunting

That’s who you are

Oh, your name in French is spectacular

nonpareil

“without equal” it means

for your dazzling plumage is unmatched it seems

You are a miracle, little winged one

You are the rainbow — without rain, just sun

If tomorrow I do not see you about

I’ll remember you with awe and reverence, no doubt

I really do want to see you again

But in case I don’t, I’ve reached for a pen

NOTE: No AI was used in the creation of this poem.