The Wren by Balisha
Sitting on my garden bench...it was the month of June..
Some birdies on a limb were singing a familiar tune.
Trilling and melodious the song a joy to hear..
It was so very beautiful to my ever listening ear.
The little bird is called by some the happy name of Jenny..
In my woods and yard so big I think that there are many.
Jenny flits about looking for her food..
She has a busy job to feed her hungry brood.
She hops and skips and jumps a bit...and then takes off and flies..
To the pond next door that's full of things ...a greenish worm she spies.
The worm it seems is bigger than the tiny little bird..
She struggles with it in her mouth ...I dare not say a word.
She makes a perfect landing with worm in tiny beak..
I hear the bitty babies in the house... peep peep.
She bobs her little tail and flies on through the door..
I hear the joyous babies asking for some more.
This job continues on for our tiny Jenny Wren..
She cares for her little family like a brooding hen.
When the little ones are ready they'll leave their cozy nest...
I hope they'll remember Jenny... her loving care was best.
Next year I'll be here sitting... on my bench in June..
Just waiting to hear Jenny and that old familiar tune.