A Sparrow


I open my eyes to see mist

Sunlight wakes me, makes me see the day

My worry of tomorrow doesn’t cease to persist

What happens next is a scene of an unknown play


Just then, a friend comes to visit by

It sits on the window lattice, chirping

I forget for a while why I sigh

I hear it tweedle and sit admiring


I think of bringing seeds or grains

I don’t move however

I see it hop and dance around

This tiny thing that’s buffy-brown

Helps me forget all my pains

Helps me forget how to frown


Fluttering its feathers, all set to fly far away

It tilts its tiny head towards me, as if to say goodbye

It flew as I watch it fly


Photo: By me

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