Among the sunflowers
That grow and bloom each Spring,
An Oriole sits for hours
Eating his fill and Doing his thing!
As the bloom gently sways
In the breeze to and fro,
The golden bird sings and plays
Somehow, he just seems to know
While he stays among the blooms
He’s safe- he blends in just right,
He ‘s there all day, he primps and grooms
And waits ‘til evening before taking flight!
Brown and gold, gold and brown-
The colors of this wild corsage,
Protect him from predators up and down
He’s got the advantage of camouflage!
Photo & Poetry©neocup