This little avian family
Chose to live at the best address
In the best small town in all the South!
Now, how smart can that be?
The welcome sign was clearly in view
And Mrs. Wren knew exactly what to do.
A welcoming door, a basket of dogwood
A habitat so natural, it looked so good
No matter the flowers were artificial
The location was perfect, so beneficial.
A place protected from wind, sun, and rain
Maternal instinct her place to claim
The nest, a masterpiece of architecture
A perfect place her brood to nurture.
Eggs — three, perfect and sky blue
When they would hatch only mother knew
A home landscaped and neat
Our newest neighbors at the end of the street.
And I, eager to see the baby birds hatch
A picture of the nestlings to catch
Staying away not wishing this peacefulness to disturb
My inquisitive nature I managed to curb
At a distance I kept a careful eye
Any flurry of activity to espy.
Like the old adage, “A watched pot never boils,”
My attempts to catch the nestlings they did successfully foil.
And, as I approached a picture to take
A flutter of activity they did make
Too long had I waited for that day
and they after only a short stay
Were eager to try their wings and flew away.
