Blue Wren
J. K. Murphy
For a moment,
Her legs on the branch
Are still as twigs,
But she’ll never say cheese
For a photographer.
For a second
Her eyes flash
Full on mine,
As if to put
Another in the frame.
As sunshine daubs the leaves
She sagely meshes
Her powder blue
Into the greenery,
Behind a dappled apple.
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‘Constitutional morality is not a
national instinct. It has to be cultivated. Democracy in India is only the top
dressing on the soil. Civil Disobedience is the grammar of anarchy.’
-Dr. Ambedkar