Wrenna the 5th
found the strangest thing
as I went to collect eggs
there within the nest
lay a broken heart
the hennies are just too crushed
never to have a
Wrenna gather eggs
not sure how it can be though
we've gotten almost
a dozen now with
no help from the best helper
they cry out for you
night and day they wail
your name out loud so sadly
Hey! Wrenna bird girl!
come harvest our work
we laid some eggs just for you
barely getting by........
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2010
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