A wren stood on the park bench where I took a seat.
It sung in my ear and the tune was rather sweet.
But soon I was rattled as its melody did change.
It mimicked the taunting in my chatroom exchange.
There wasn't ill will, but mischief befitting a cat.
The bird had a way of dramatizing the chat.
I found myself attached to the petite creature.
'Twas new and yet a most marvelous site feature.
Hopefully, the tiny bird swings around again.
I'll have to tell people of my old friend named Ren.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoesíaGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
