The Wren

Verse.

It's weeks since I last saw the wren

Or even months.  I can't remember when

His tiny form, so small, so quick, so brown

Last graced my garden, working up and down

The clematis, each hanging curving spray

A challenge.  The insects falling to his tiny beak.

I haven't seen my wren in many a week.

Author's Note

Trying this for a start. It was printed in a small booklet locally, but no wider audience.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An enjoyable poem and lovely...:)

[Ryan]

ah nature. perhaps the best provider of inspiration a poet can have, and you have taken it for all it's worth. I can really see the little wren, poking through a garden and eating a little bug. this is so steady, so calming. lovely write Ms. Ellison-Reed

[TLK]

This poem really puts its point across. A slice of nature -- I feel like I am looking out into my own garden.