In shady trees a yellow warbler masqueraded
And by cool, dancing emerald boughs in the breeze hid.
The small, disguised warbler was black masked to my surprise
And so thereby the bright, glorious sunlight belied.
In spring the visiting bird is a welcomed new guest -
A gem, dazzling us from the golden sun's treasure chest.
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Hello, This is very lovely-these are the ones I enjoy. I will read more of yours. CY