The Sparrow, the Wren and Me

The Wren and the Sparrow...by Balisha

The garden bench was calling me just the other day..

I dropped what I was doing.. turned to Joe in time to say..

"I think that I've been working in the garden long enough..

The work I didn't get to.. is going to be so hard and tough...

So I think I'll sit a while and watch my favorite birds..."

He turned and went inside the house saying no more words.

The bluebird houses all were standing in a row..

We look at them each time... when we go out to mow.

The bluebirds haven't visited for such a long,long time...

The Sparrows started building and we decided.. fine...

If they want to live with us, we'll let them have a chance..

But what is that a flitting and doing a funny dance?

A little bird of brown with a tail turned up so cute...

Was singing his pretty song and sounded like a lute.

It was our little Wren.. who had arrived in town today..

He loves to sing and build and make his nest so gay.

The Sparrow had started building his nest of messy things

Some twigs, a paper wrapper, and some tangled kind of string.

The Wren soon decided this was where he'd build his nest..

The birdhouse on the stick would be the very best..

He promptly went to work taking everything apart..

Then sat upon the house and sang out his little heart.

The Sparrow changed his mind and turned about to roam..

It wasn't worth the fight.. to call this nest his home.

I sat there on my bench... they were entertaining me

I thought how interesting these little birds can be.

It was time to eat my lunch ...my Hubby called me in..

The little Wren continued building, neater than a pin.

I'll come out again tomorrow, to check on this little bird..

His song tomorrow morning will be the first I've heard.

I hope for peaceful harmony in my quiet yard..

If everyone cooperates it shouldn't be so hard.

Now Mr. Wren and Mr. Sparrow I hope you'll get along..

And wake us in the morning with both your lovely songs.

Balisha