Drawing and Poem

Pacific Wren (By Marco Kanning)

The Little King by Marco Kanning:

The King Bird bobs through the brush,

Making its way in such a rush,

It's here, then there, like a sparking wind's touch.

Homes a plenty built for a queen,

She picks but one for her clutch a' suckling,
The builder triumphant to be seen.

The wren spirrs out a song so daring,

That the toots and floots, chirps and chittering,

Reminisce of celtic tales--Shivering!

The King Bird in all its might, is small and a' titter,

For all the buggy prey and ferocious predator,

The little wren is keen on being a death esacper,

That shouts waterfalls that tumble through the air,

A royal trumpet setting a wise snare,

For the King Bird reigns with the intellect not for th' fair!