Visitors

the brown creepers fly in
with the late afternoon winter light
a sprinkle of little bells that descend
as they dance sideways upwards
on the trees

they probe the bark
with their delicate curving beaks
finding some small treasures there
and flying off to investigate
the next trunk

their backs covered
with the feathers of bark
they appear and disappear
in the twilight
until they go
with the whoosh of tiny wingbeats

-by the Corbyhawk -just a little thought description really