We have an amazing number of species of birds in Guernsey, many resident and some just passing through, along with a large and active contingent of ornithologists whose patience and tenacity I admire.
In our garden recently I had the good fortune to catch a rare glimpse of a wren, possibly my favourite small bird. This poem is the result of that sighting.
THE WREN
The tiny and elusive wren,
sweet bird of hedges, brush and briar,
darts like a poet’s singing pen,
a scribbled cadence tinged with fire.
Scant few will spot her: blink an eye
she’s gone, a subtlety unseen.
Ever in motion, sprightly, shy,
a garden grace note, small, serene.
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