I hear the wrens in conversation
I can only imagine their dismay
as yesterday it seemed like spring
though I am sure they knew it was too early
I hear the wrens in conversation
I can only imagine their dismay
so few berries, the ground is too hard
and the squirrels have again raided the feeder
I hear the wrens in conversation
I can only imagine their dismay
good thing our nests are warm and protected
under this porch alcove, here come rest your head…
(c) JP/davh
Lovely — the repeating lines are catching!!
Well done. I enjoyed it.
I like the feeling of concern, from both the observer and the wrens – and then the tender last two lines, inviting them into the porch. The shift in tone from worry to compassion is lovely.
I enjoyed your poem,,,I agree that if these wrens could speak they would indeed find this winter confusing,,, I have squirrels, too, who tend to steal the best seeds before the birds can get to them,,
Oh, this is a delight to read! Thank you for sharing these “wren conversations”…
I love this. Nice use of repetition of the first two lines. This weather must be confusing for the birds.I have only seen a squirrel at my new feeders once but maybe he is about before I am!