IMG_2544The sad little wren.
Her song was confused.
She had done the proper thing,
Done everything right,
Build a nest to perfection,
One piece of straw at a time
Obediently following directions
Anticipating her brood of
But now,
Hard as she tried,
Far as she searched
The nest was nowhere to be found.

Wren cried.

Charlene James Duguid
Amissville, Virginia