Eyeing the Sky

Singing mates

a dew 
rumpled wren
sings after
spider hunting,
repeating 
random notes,
clicks and
trills, 
eyeing the 
sky for her
mate,
hearing his
lusty, 
concert-like
performance
echoing
through
sun dappled
woods

Very busy, getting ready for our Canadian adventure.

For the Records,
This day came in bright and beautiful with sun and breezes.

All hands excited.