Wrens

There’s a Parliament of Wrens
Near my bedroom window,
All trilling demands for food.
Flighty little bundles
Flitting to and fro,
And if I get to hear them
At first light and at last,
Then I know, I know
I’ve been alive and lived
At peace.

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