|A SIMPLE TALE
From my bedroom I saw a thumb-sized,
gray-brown wren discover my birdhouse.
In and out, and then he called
He called and called, but no female
His song rose, but no answer was
He checked the house and hopped
on a branch.
His song could be heard far from
His song aspired, and then one morning
there she was, checking his choice
as a compatible place to nest,
and he performed his twit and fluttering
song and dance for her amusement.
In and out, she tried the house
while he performed.
Then caught by surprise, we, I-a
leaped with indifference and slapped
down the house and its branch to
The dead branch down, no one around,
furtively, the boy replaced the
in the crotch of the tree. Even
the wren examined his choice for
and so I hung it from a higher
And the nesting began-stems of grass
woven inside the house-both bird's
after each placement had been completed.
Each morning, singing from the nearest
he held his tail erect, announcing
their work for the day, then he'd
intruding house finches, while
inside, rounding the nest for the
Then for two nights in a row, the
And each morning he sang on high
but she never returned to the nest.
And the rains came again, and he
And he continued to build the nest
For over a month now, he's been
back every day.
And he keeps on singing, he keeps