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Blue Wren
 
You ignore me, tiny blue wren,
as you hop around your task;
the bounty of the crumbs we drop
is all you ever ask.

Slender, gentle Jenny Wrens,
flit around our feet.
We sip our morning coffe
while you search out scraps to eat.

Here come the grooms in courting robes,
all flashy blue, so bright.
Margaret moves her legs a bit
but none of you take flight.

What a joy is their veranda
where the blue wrens come to play;
around thirty in the colony
and they visit every day.

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Birds (challenge has been closed)


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