Swamp Wren

I know it’s the
swamp wren
raiding our
Florida bird feeder
when my eye corners
catch the flittings
and seeds flying.
His jerky snits
expose his ire:
that long coastal journey
from the brown muck
and green bristle
of Lowcountry South Carolina
vexed this one
lone, indignant traveler,
left stranded here,
having to invade
the haunt
of lazy tree squirrels
and common sparrows.

Don Cadwallader

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