
The frosted wren is a winter bird
It loses its rime in the summer
The frosted wren has a yen for the cold
In the summer, its glimmer is glummer.
You cannot catch the frosted wren
You must not touch its feathers
For the frosted wren will freeze your bones
And winterize all your weathers.
When the frosted wren alights on your deck
‘Tis a rare sight of wintry glory.
For the Father of Frost made this sparkly bird
A transient denizen of His story
Many thanks to my friend Barb for sending me that delightful photo of the rare Frosted Wren, thus inspiring a poem.
I’ll probably melt this Frosted Blog Post in the morning.
Cute poem…..you do have such a wonderful talent! I Should have taken a photo of little wren on Tuesday….buried in hail!
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All hail to the Frosted Wren! Sorry, I couldn’t resist. 😊
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