My Wren
by cricketjeff on April 6, 2019. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Every morning there’s a wren that wakes the Sun
Singing loudly at my window from the tree
Long before the other birds can spoil his fun
He decides to teach the World his poetry.
All day long he hides and barely makes a sound
While the songs of other birds are in the air
He is skulking in the bushes near the ground
Without a thought he feels the need to share.
But then when the day has finished with the sky
And night has almost stolen it away
Once again he proves he isn’t really shy
And he’d love a lady wren to come and play.
Just a few times every year I see my wren
Maybe when a cat has tried to catch him out
And though I only see and greet him now and then
An April day is not complete without his shout!
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