Revie and the wren

Day 241

photo by Michelle Johnsen

photo by Michelle Johnsen

Our cat killed a wren this morning

and left it lying on our doorstep

small as a mouse

with its soft brown feathers.

Later Revie noticed

the strange angle of the little neck, and the bent wings,

stopped briefly, wrinkled his brow with worry, crouched

and pointed.

“Sisa killed it.” I told him, showing my sadness on my face. “Daddy move it.”

And Wil placed the tiny body in the bed of Elecampane,

sturdy plants

busy unfurling their leaves in the hot spring sun.

Satisfied, Revie moved on,

back to his busy world of toys, and running, and climbing, and exploring,

but not without a little backwards wave

to the small bird now

resting in the bushes.

Thank you for listening,



photo by Wilson Alvarez

photo by Wilson Alvarez

One response to “Revie and the wren

  1. Last week, in the woods with the two little girls, we came upon a huge garter snake trying to swallow an even more huge toad. It was so intense, the battle for life between the two. We watched for a bit, then left them to the space of working out this struggle. Sig keeps retelling the story, “Snake. Toad. Mouth. Bye!”

    I wonder in amazement at how their complex little minds are processing this heavy stuff.

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