The Lyric Poem Prize
Winter 2012
Warren Slesinger

Wren

Is it the tail
that flicks?

Below
the feeder
the snow is packed
with footprints
and seeds.

With a wingtip
and beak, it steadies:

the wren,
no more than an ounce
of bone and feather
when it flits on the edge
of warmer weather.
©2012 Warren Slesinger