|MR. WOOD THRUSH WITH HIS SPRING-TIME NESTLINGS|
This is the first time you have been around my house and woodland. I've loved you since the first I heard your song. It echoed so melodious and rich throughout the valley as I walked to watch the sun rise.
At first I couldn't spot you, then I realized you sang from the very top of the tall tree I often lean on as I watch the rising sun. Some people have said you have the finest voice among the songbirds; now I say that too.
Yesterday you flew so fast down from your tree-top to my porch; you collided hard; and you lay very still, I lifted you to a shady corner of the porch, in case you would come to. But no ...
I will miss you and your songs. For me, your visit was a rare one, and if I never host another wood thrush, I'll remember and appreciate your visit.