lean quiver
Why are you always watching those wrens?
(The man's voice grumbled as he asked the boy.)
I like every bird
I like how they make their homes
Out of what's left to wither
And those wrens...
What about them?
Nothing special
They are small and fragile
But the way they have to fight
From the first moments of life
Do you mean when they hatch?
Yes!
Breaking down their walls
To even earn their right for light
That is right, I suppose
And then for a few weeks
They are loved, fed
And?
Then it's time to fly
And a few do
And a few fall
And for them,
Life ends there,
On the cold soil
Isn't that horrible?
It is, but the will?
What will?
When they hop?
That mere second,
That terrifying thought?
And they leap,
Fully aware of what is beneath...
serene quarry
stiff sedge
little remnant
tardy osprey