The indomitable Laudator has this:
James Hayford, To Be Rich:
Musing on what it would be to be rich,
I saw what I was looking at: the ditch
Coated with chocolate mud the thaw had left,
Of velvet texture and luxurious heft.
As if confirming a conclusion drawn,
The naked tree put golden grosbeaks on.
Perhaps evening grosbeak (Coccothraustes vespertinus):