WREN - Written by Greg

This poem by Greg was inspired by the Birdsong Talk that we held at SRSB in April 22. Our Creative Writing Group used birdsong as a theme:

I hear her song before the dawn

Her lively, boisterous shrill

From woodland thicket she doth churr

Rattle, rasp and trill

From bramble hedge and undergrowth

She warbles notes that ring

Her rattling chit and vibrant chat

With gusto she doth sing

She flits and flitters tween frosty hedge

And in bushes she doth hide

Her determined strain-strong and loud

Full throated, sung with pride

Now she’s busy, active, foraging

This precious troglodyte

Bobs and hops with neat cocked tail

Then nimbly takes to flight 

And still, she jounces, darts and waggles

Does this jenny ever rest?

Or snuggle neatly in her cave

Like a wee mouse in its nest?

I hear her song before the dawn

Her lively, boisterous shrill

From woodland thicket she doth churr

Rattle, rasp and trill