Wren

a tiny ball of fluff

barely that

a dart, a flitter

dipping its beak

cocking a snook, tail erect

here, there everywhere

but nowhere very long

a shrill tremulous songster

teet-teet-teet vigorously sung

as he builds, 

one nest, two or even three

a harem awaits

to lay white pebbles

on feathered beds.

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© Graham Sherwood 03/2021