the Wren

A small stocky brown bird.
Almost dumpy.
With a loud voice that belies her size.

She trembles as she sings.

She doesn’t fly far and usually travels in a straight line
but lives at a restless pace.

They are the make do and menders of the bird world
and often use garden junk
as a base for their cosy feather lined, domed nests.

Not afraid to fight for a spot,
he builds
and she lines the inside.
Apart from this their bond is loose.

Bursting with energy
they haplessly build more nests than they’ll need
often in view of predators.

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