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Nesting

Every year, a male wren builds ten nests.

On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each,

displaying her options.

 

She chooses her favorite and once she’s done so,

shreds the nest to

rebuild it from scratch.

 

As we house shop, I feel a faint

nostalgia towards

the wren nesting on the front porch

of the house you assured me I didn't like.

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