The wren flits, head tilts
exuding CHARM
The doves settle in fine
fettle, ready to ROOST
A pair of crows GRIPE
and chatter, what is the matter
Soon, the owl will arrive,
that DIVER of the skies
Oh, avian world, not
an IDLER on the spot

Georg’ann

GUILT had no bearing
her decision breezy.
She wrapped herself
around him, becoming
SILKY HELIX.
No IDLER in getting
what she wanted.

Heather