< the birds >

[Leanne]

When I was small,
I thought the wrens were fairy steeds.

Later, after Holy Communion,
I knew that fairies weren't real
but God was,

so the wrens were His messengers:
taking prayers, bringing answers.

I knew the postman was a man,
taking letters to other men. Logic
said: God must also be a wren,
and Heaven His celestial nest.

I watched the wrens
darting through the air,
protecting their young,
nurturing,
bringing pleasure to all,
and I realised

God is not a wren after all.
He's a tit.