The Currawongs enter the garden today
A surprise
For they are strangers
They flock
A little fear tugs its way into my heart
Superstitions warn me of bad omens
Do I welcome them or frighten them away?
Will they come to stay or do they forewarn?
They show fearlessness
Only the Minor Birds welcome them as friends
Willy is no where to be seen and he is King!
He awaits their leave
Knowing danger lurks
I watch from the shadows
And wait to see if they are reckless
But they maintain themselves
They hold power
And they know it
I shall wait to see if they show themselves friends or fiends.
Little Wren 