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 2016