poem: the Wren Songs and the Wiggle Bottoms
my dependable companions
appear each morning this Spring
outside the patio doors
where I write upon arising early the mother wren and her companion,
aka the Wren Songs,
her song of three to four notes
filling the air the rabbit couple,
aka the Wiggle Bottoms,
darting and rollicking on the lawn
before the ‘lil woods mom Wren Song begins her busy day
of feeding her nestlings
atop the hook pole, insect in beak,
with a swoop to the nest inside the old grill the Wiggle Bottoms appear to burrow
in the hedgerow at the property line,
they gyrate, kicking and jumping,
then suddenly flop down nibbling the clover these my trusty companions
close by each day
their company delightful
singing, feeding, darting, nibbling Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 29, 2021
appear each morning this Spring
outside the patio doors
where I write upon arising early the mother wren and her companion,
aka the Wren Songs,
her song of three to four notes
filling the air the rabbit couple,
aka the Wiggle Bottoms,
darting and rollicking on the lawn
before the ‘lil woods mom Wren Song begins her busy day
of feeding her nestlings
atop the hook pole, insect in beak,
with a swoop to the nest inside the old grill the Wiggle Bottoms appear to burrow
in the hedgerow at the property line,
they gyrate, kicking and jumping,
then suddenly flop down nibbling the clover these my trusty companions
close by each day
their company delightful
singing, feeding, darting, nibbling Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 29, 2021
