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Nov 26, 2017

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There's a wren here at my house,
Every midmorning he's there.
I've never seen him with his spouse.
He must keep her hid somewhere.

But every day he's at my deck
hopping doing what wrens do.
A little jaunty brownish speck
at the door which I look through.

He has become set in his ways,
each day he makes his wrennish rounds.
(I wonder upon what he preys)
Far as I know he makes no sounds.

He'll stop, it seems, to study me
on his daily habitual way.
Sometimes I wonder does he see
me writing my drivel every day.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Gunnar Hedlund

Gunnar Hedlund

7 years 5 months ago

...which were more than enough! lol.

only kidding, The Man.

'at the door that I look through'
slides better, methinks, as does,

'He's very much set in his ways....

(I wonder what upon he preys),
his actions activate no sounds.'

enjoyed. thank you.

g

S

Appreciate your time to read and comment. And your suggestions will be considered when this scribble gets its inevitable edit

swamp-witch

A great depiction of these hippity hoppity little birds. They and mocking birds are the ones that wake me up too early. I forgive them for it though, because they eat bugs.

I don't think you've ever written a piece of drivel in your life!!! I think Gunnar's suggestions are sound except the one to reverse "what" and "upon", but you know it's up to you.

Kelsey

S

I once had a neighbor who owned a rooster that crowed at 4 in the morning........very tempted many times to have fried chicken lol. I'm still thinking about edits for this poem and all suggestions will be considered when I sharpen my edit pen. Good to see you drop in for a visit.......stan