April: Spatial Relations Problem for Builders
There’s this wren and his thing.
He, the lover-to-be, hangs on the wren house’s side
while in his bill, crosswise, there’s this twig.
The male’s in a bonk bonk fit over the twig
since the hole’s the size of a quarter, and his beak thing
—dammit!—can’t just be whacked inside.
On a shrub nearby a female flutters: Wow, with some side-
ways logic this guy could do it—squiggle his too-long twig
in there. Wouldn’t that be something?
Bets on, I side with the male overcoming his twig
trouble. With, nearby, a certain urging something.
—Richard Swanson, Madison
