Taking the allotments path <br />One morning, I found myself <br />Caught up in melodies as <br />Two wrens, invisible, trilled <br />Far-carrying songs to each other. <br />Their notes travelling overhead, <br />Piercing spring air as clearly <br />As the rays of sun.<br /><br />Susy Evelyne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wren-songs/
