Brrrrrm Brrrrrrrm halt, now geared in park
With the brake on,  waiting, just for a lark.
Here in immediacy, come out to play
Exquisite blue wrens, at the end of the day.
Leaving their nest in the bushes close by
To examine the scene, for here is a wry
Little creature,  we clearly can see
The great disappearer.  Invisible he
Will only come out when the car arrives home.
Wherever he goes other times is unknown.
Flutter, flutter, question mark.  How can this be?
And what is this hard thing that we cannot see?
Now where is his nest, his wife and their egg?
They must be somewhere in this space that we peg.
Committed to finding what this bird’s about,
And then we will boot him from our garden out -
But such an enigma.  There is evidence, sure,
Right there in the mirror, we’ve seen it before.
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