Wren 2

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Tiniest fledglings

no tail feathers to speak of

ground-hugging test flights.

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by Scooj

Wren

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Across the decking

like a bullet, a fledgling

It’s maiden voyage

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by Scooj

Wren

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The slightest movement

and the slightest fluttering

appear, disappear

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by Scooj

New neighbours

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The robins have left

and attentions turn to the

wrens in the nest box

 

by Scooj

Little big

 

Little Jenny wren

sings her heart out; doing so

she makes mine sing too.

 

by Scooj

Birdsong

 

Sweetest pair of wrens

disproportionate voices

lightening my heart.

 

by Scooj