Leonardo (Who Freed Birds In His Youth) Poem by james watkin

A gayer bird is the Florentine.
With always a song, with pointed
Dipping wing, long, as with salute.
Are they not of Man's labours divine
Domes, toward which its tours incline?
Sculptures, its repose does suit?

Was it swift, chaffinch, fantail dove
Splashed its sunny motive just now
It matters not. Sire to sire
Their's the ready praise, so inviting
To one whom yet, for chisel's smiting
For brush's slap had the fire.