He perches high, his red wing tucked

His voice a herald to anyone with ears.

His orange against the black feathered face

That nearly hides his eyes

Is a flash of fire that calls and answers.

Exposed against the green and brown

His hues catching, bright and cheery

Before the backdrop of the leaves and twigs,

Or the blue sky and the pale cloud

As if to say

“I am here

And I don’t care who sees.”

He perches there and sings

His courage on display

For anyone with eyes

Calling, and answering without fear

As he was designed.