By Regina Montana
Published in Phoenix English Magazine
April 2022
I’m called a Kinglet.
Have you ever seen me?
I make funny sounds.
Tsee, tsee, tsee, tsee, tsee.
I’m the tiniest bird
that perches in trees.
When winters are frigid,
I try not to freeze.
My gold crest looks flashy
and feels quite regal
although I’m not famous
like the bald eagle.
I love tasty insects
and forage non-stop.
Wait, a caterpillar!
Yum. Yum. Hop, hop, hop.
At night I tuck my head
in feathers so deep
and huddle with my friends
so I can find sleep.
Sometimes a squirrel leaves
his nest in a tree.
It’s empty. I’m so cold.
Please don’t tell on me!
Although I’m tiny,
I feel like a star.
Just follow your dreams,
And you’ll go far.