The speckled hen

[Totton Linnet]

This story is true
it happened to me
a squaubbling of sparrows
commotion in the tree​

I opened my window
and there I saw
a pretty blue budgerigar
in the middle of it all​

Those dowdy sparrows
were out to kill
a fellow with coat so bright
did not at all fit their bill​

I put out my finger
and a wonderous thing
he flew straight to me
and lighted, wee darling​

Now I have told you
did you believe?
'tis a tale I assure you
quite beyond me to weave​

It was some years after
that I was to learn
the thing is written
in God's book we discern​

Our heritage in the world
if to God we are true
will be just as troubled
as my wee budgie blue.
*
Jeremiah. ch. 12. vs. 9.
Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled hen, the birds round about are against her​