~A Refusal to Further Critique the Wren~
I strain both ears
to pinpoint the wren. Its poems
inspired by death throes
of insect prey
wend through leaf and needle walls
to be heard by crows,
their heads cocked as they filch crumbs
strewn along the walk
while their caws chastise verse
praised by lowly sparrows,
and hoodlum starlings
plagiarize the killdeer and hawk.
D. B. Tompsett
About Wrens
Sooooo, that's what and who they're talking about. Enjoy yr natualistic realities - and suspect there be humans lurking inside the caesura :) - Just Bein' Lady A
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