Good Buddies?

Mrs. Wren makes
her home
on Mr. Saguaro's lapel,
just above his heart.

Her hole mars
his finest
prickled green
pinstripe suit.

Mr. Saguaro spreads
his scarred arms
wide -
starburst tips splayed
like sharply
manicured fingertips
warning
Mrs. Wren,
"I'm not a bird house!"

But she just
flits
past his outstretched
arms
completely ignoring
him.