Thursday, March 27, 2014

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.

4 comments:

  1. I adored seeing these wrens when I've visiting Tucson and the surrounding area, Bridget. They seem well adapted to those scary spines! I love your poem.

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  2. Thanks, Linda! It is crazy how many wrens can live in some of the old growth saguaros. I'm pretty sure the cacti don't like it. = )

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  3. love this one, imagery is excellent

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    1. Thanks, Marian! I have plenty of experience with watching wrens make their homes in these poor cacti. = )

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