An encounter, then another, lead to poetic expression. . .

The Wren and the Wrabbit

Standing still
Nature comes close

You appear, near
Seem to sing for me. . .
But do you know I’m here?

You slowly pass, near, without fear
Seems you want to nibble green shoots with me. . .
But do you know I’m here?

My imagination nibbles and sings
And I still stand
wondering. . .

Chris Highland
May 2023