Wren's Travels

I am gliding through the forest, not a care in sight, Wings back, swooping and darting, showing off Knowing my wren relatives are not noticing at all But not caring to please them anyway. All about pleasing myself today. Gorgeous temperature. Water nearby. Meadow affluent with tasty bugs. I am feeling carefree, delighting at the way this day has gone so far When I come upon a dwelling that has seen better days. Looks intriguing. I swoop inside. Lots of places for nests. Undiscovered. I am not in a nest-building mode, but mark the spot Squirting white sprinkles on the top, so I can find my way back. Not tomorrow, but when the leaves begin to sprinkle. They make great nests.