Goldfinch feeding in the rain

   
Goldfinch feeding in the rain    
Crystals on the window panes    
shining pavements and gurgling gutters    
mirror pools and scurrying clouds    
gaudy umbrellas, pink boots and plastic macs.    
   
Today the grass looks greener, standing tall    
wild flowers kaleidoscopic more than Jacob's coat    
goldfinch on the feeder, eager sun flower seeds      
seems not to mind rain dripping from her tail,    
somewhere dry her brood, three perhaps. Who knows?    
   
Birds dashing to their nests, never look to find them,    
ethnic congregations, narrow chattering streets    
of dripping leaves, dark alleys, ivy on the wall    
happy in the rain or sun,(not so much in winter)    
each day the same no matter what the weather.  
   
My tea that bit warmer, no milk today,    
bought too much on Thursday    
spoiled the first cup of the day,    
curdled as I poured it,  
Will I never learn ?   
   
Jack's curled on the rug ,one eye on me ,   
the other on a walk........    
he knows it’s raining, 'course he does    
takes his lesson from the goldfinch    
feeding in the rain.