They flitted and fed on the Salvia and Wax-leaf Privet 

Chirping their distinctive finch call 

Frolicking amidst the branches 

Nibbling sweet flowers and seeds 

On their way to some unknown southern destination 

Their feathers displayed in shades of quiet gray 

Unassuming, blend-in, travel plumage 

They stayed only a few minutes 

The sun was warm, the sky so blue 

Frenzied activity, then all was calm.