I saw a little wren,
Drinking dew from leaves of grass.
My little feathered friend,
Without an ounce of stress.
I saw him having breakfast,
In the Pepper berry tree.
Then on a twig grab a quick rest,
Before he joined the symphony.
I saw him dressed in his sunday suit,
Singing gayly in the trees.
No one would ever dare refute,
That he's as happy as the breeze.
10/13/10 Alton Texas
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