Wren
How is it possible
For such a tiny frame
To hold a beating heart
The quivering lungs
And all the body parts
Enough to survive
And endure the hard cold of winter?
And what is the source
Of 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?
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