Wren ©

I held a little bird once
So small I could have done so
In only one hand
But no
as if in prayer
I made a temporary cradle
With my hands
A baby wren with a whisper
For a heartbeat

No designer could craft
From silk such a mantle
Wings of shaded brown
A fan fit to grace a ball
Or an opera in a warm city
When she flew she dipped
Low across the grass
I fancy she winked at me
Before she flew