~ Blue Wren ~

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Blue Wren

I had one blue wren

Given as a gift to me

And though its wings beat the bars

So strong it sung, until the day He set it free.

Small and sweet and feisty –

Encaptured by its song –

A borrowed treasure to hold close

For such a treasure would not be mine for long.

While its feathers faded,

It sung through day and night

For though it warbled in the dark,

It was the creator of its own moonlight.

And then one day,

He came to take the cage

“Your boys have asked me for you” –

The door opened and He turned the page.

Head tilted sideways, 

It stopped and looked at me –

Let out one final trill –
And bright-eyed, turned and fluttered free.

For Nanny xx