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Saturday 27 June 2020

Wren


Wren

How is it possible
that such a tiny frame
can hold a fast-beating heart
the shape-quivering lungs
and all the needed body parts
sufficient to survive
and to endure the crack-hard cold of winter?

And what is the source
of electrical energy
that drives the courage of this little creature
a pert and perky thing
that cannot weigh an ounce
and yet has wits enough
to defy the cruel odds
of an enormous world?

And how quick must one be
to see the flash
of bright and beady eyes
aside a head so small
that twitches on alert?
or the feathers and feet
that flit and flicker
in a sudden blur of movement
before taking wing
to a safer place?

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2020

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