Silvereye

From trees and bushes never far away
And them I see often though not every day
Birds of rural town parks and the countryside
They are known to be migratory and travel far and wide

With white ring around either eye and brown, olive and gray
Once seen and once heard in your memory to stay
And sharp pointy bills they eat nectar, insects and bees
That they mostly find on the branches of bushes and trees

Once seen and once heard them you never get wrong
As for their size they do have a loud sort of giggling song
In small cup shaped nest of grass and hair bound with cobwebs on low branch of tree
The female lay tiny blue eggs of four, two or three

Once seen and once heard memories of them you will retain
And them you will remember when you see them again
Of human kind wary though not very shy
The small birds known to many as silvereye.