The Song of the House Wren

In front of my house, the house wren sings and scolds anyone who would scare her young, every summer.

The Vibrant Channeled Creator

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on our front porch

in the apple tree

on the bird-house roof

perches this song-ful bird

She occupies the whole front of the townhouse!

Mary Oliver:
 “To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.”

Everything I can think of that my parents
thought or did I don’t think and I don’t do.
I opened windows, they shut them. I pulled
open the curtains, they shut them. If you
get my drift. Of course there were some
similarities – they wanted to be happy
and the weren’t. I wanted to be Shelley and I
wasn’t. I don’t mean I didn’t have to avoid
imitation, the gloom was pretty heavy. But
then, for me, there was the forest, where
they didn’t exist. And the fields. Where I
learned about birds and other sweet tidbits
of existence. The song sparrow, for example.

In the song sparrow’s nest the nestlings,
those who would…

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