One small stripy nuthatch
Landed in my lilac
And dallied the morning
In song and sweet
Web of blooms  

Behind enemy lines
I wrestled words
Onto the page      
(I was losing)  

I finally stood and walked
To the open window
Focusing on the bird
Its delightful offering
Of joy unleashed  

Glittery words suddenly
Pirouetted and whirled
Through lacy leaves
Of that soothing music  

As I rethought the simple
A place of peace
The slant of sun
Nature’s perfume  

Who could resist
Telling that story?