"What kind of bird are you? I asked
and put on my glasses, the better to glimpse
such wing and color, such flashiness."
"... fly in hiccups, flash their gold, a flock
of such birds called a charm,
from the Latin carmen, meaning song."
- from the poem For the Birds: A Charm of Goldfinches
by Cecilia Woloch
Our backyard is full of tiny goldfinches. The charms are heard before seen; the songs are happy, chirpy, a per-chic-o-ree.
A charm, a song. Pure gold.