Painting by Lee Kennedy
little miss wren
started out centre stage
with a bright background
time went by and
she gradually slipped
to the bottom of the canvas
soon to disappear from sight
her song
but a memory
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Thank you all for your kind comments
Your poem and canvas are two peas in a pod.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Rall
Much💝love
No, Noooooo!! Do not let it be so.
ReplyDeleteLet the wren be unended.
So may we all.
Oh, poor wren. :( Nice poem, though, and I enjoy the picture, too.
ReplyDeleteI love this sweet/sad fancy, perfect words for the image.
ReplyDeletePoignant!
ReplyDeleteit is a delight to hear a morning song... then the evening comes and there's another song....
ReplyDeleteOh dear, I'm afraid I identify with Miss Wren!
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Miss Wren! We need you.
ReplyDeleteoh the wren is so whimsical. so sad of how it turned out.
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