New Poem: rosy house finches

House finches visit my backyard feeding station year round, often in flocks.  Descendants of a few pet cage birds let loose in New York City about a hundred years ago, they are ubiquitous now.  In warmer weather, I'll sometimes sit outside on my deck to read or write, and along will come a band of the fluffy, chirping fellows.  As long as I remain still and quiet, they will munch on birdseed from a feeder only three feet from where I sit--wild yet in this way still tame.  Hopefully, my haiku inspired by them captures some of their magic.