Grains of Graphite Book 1

Music to my Ears

A wren stood on the park bench where I took a seat. 

It sung in my ear and the tune was rather sweet. 

But soon I was rattled as its melody did change. 

It mimicked the taunting in my chatroom exchange. 

There wasn't ill will, but mischief befitting a cat. 

The bird had a way of dramatizing the chat. 

I found myself attached to the petite creature. 

'Twas new and yet a most marvelous site feature. 

Hopefully, the tiny bird swings around again. 

I'll have to tell people of my old friend named Ren.