The Song of the Wren

The Song of the Wren
By Larry Linville

The avian choir sounded weak with the snow.
With the greening of grass the choir starts to grow.
Sparrows and Blue Jays had sounded so plain.
Prettier sounding bird returned with the rain.

The robin, her refrain gave background so strong
but something is missing ‘til the wren comes along
Her song is so special, it touches my heart
And no other bird can match her sweet part.

She works to prepare the cute little gourd
I had hung from a tree with a strong little chord.
All day long she brings things to add to her nest.
It seems that she never takes time for a rest.

It must be so tedious, so slow and so hard
to build her cute little home in my yard.
She can’t take the time, even though it be brief
But her sweet little song seems to bring her relief.

With the hatching of family things still go so fast
As she moves into her next demanding task.
She brings bits of food for them all day long
and announces each feeding with her sweet little song.

When her babies have grown and tried out their wings
she watches their efforts and sweetly she sings.
And when the very last offspring has gone
She has taught them to sing that beautiful song.

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