Pandemic Lesson #4

Why does the house wren approach the feeder with trepidation

Why, with seed in beak, does it furtively glance from side to side
Swiveled head from nine to three, six to twelve, and quickly back again
The common explanation is that of sentry on predator watch
Yet I see there another more charmed interpretation
That no mere mortal can deny to my enchantment
Who knows?  I might be right

The wren that I see turns and twists in wonder, appreciation, awe
That every morning she can return to this ledge that arose overnight
Sometimes it makes her think ‘why is this thing even here‘
And how is it always full of scrumptious seed and what brought me here
So she turns to me observing from the indoor conservatory
Nods hello and takes a gentle avian bow, expressing gratitude
The way she can to eyes that want to see

And I respond likewise, likesign

Sometimes it makes me think
‘why is she there?’

And sometimes that’s all I need.