Baby Finches

she called them
pulsating pussywillows,
the two baby finches
nestled inside a
the small gazebo
swinging lazily
in the breeze on
my front porch.
pulsating pussywillows,
the small fluffs of down,
not a feather in sight yet,
which pulsate, yes, pulsate
with each breath,
pulsating pussywillows
indeed. Yes.